Friday, September 14, 2007

Starting off on the wrong foot

This was the first week of school for the kids.

The Man, of course, had his applesauce encounter on Wednesday. By the way, the shirt returned home yesterday. So I will release the Canada shirt.

The Monkey had a little cry on Wednesday because she missed me. She did let me know that her teacher is "soft" like me. Great. But the good thing is, that teacher is a tall beanpole. So there is some hope.

And the Queen ... well, she was doing good until yesterday when she announced that she would be moved to yellow (they have a green/yellow/red/blue behavior system at school) if she didn't return her forms.

Yellow? Automatically? That didn't seem too fair. So I asked her if her teacher said that, or she was coming up with that on her own. She said the teacher didn't say that. But she said that the teacher did single her out, in front of the whole class, and announced that SHE was the only one who had not returnedher school forms.

This ticks me off. There is nothing that I can't stand more is public humiliation. If you don't have the forms, and it isn't the CHILD who fills those forms out in the first place, do NOT call the kid out as if she is some common criminal in front of a class of students she is JUST getting to know. She is timid enough as it is. This is really not acceptable.

So I wrote "the" note. The note that says something to the effect of so sorry for the inconvenience of not getting the forms turned in, but the last time I checked, that was a parent responsibility. If she needed to communicate that with ME, then she should have CALLED me or sent a note home.

Doesn't take much effort to write a note ... hey, loser mom in a class of overachieving parents, where in the heck are those forms for your deadbeat kid?

I used the words fault and blame a few times ....

Starting the school year off well with this one, I think.

This will probably overshadow the time when the Queen's looping teacher for 1st and 2nd grade asked me if I was the Queen's grandmother.

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Blogger Michele R said...

It is SO nice to know that I'm not the only one who occasionally forgets a note (or permission slip or milk money) from time to time. We're only human, right? The teacher was way out of line by singling out your child in front of the class. Last week, my son's teacher gave him an answer to a question I had emailed her about. I love my son, but I don't think at 8, he should be responsible for bringing a verbal answer home to me.

10:43 AM  
Blogger The "Mind" said...

OMG, I hate school paperwork. I just love it when they send home a paper that says, "Read and keep pages 1 and 2 and sign this page, page 3, and return to the school office." Yet there is no page 1 and 2.

Yes, that form came home again this year. It's the internet indemnity release form or something like that. I always write on it that I do not sign something that I haven't read and that pages 1 and 2 were missing. I'll gladly sign as soon as they fork out pages 1 and 2.

Stupid.

10:47 AM  
Anonymous Jacque said...

Jon has the same discipline system at his school. According to him another child asked him a question during announcements he answered the child and was moved to yellow. He came home crying about it. He hates the thought of "breaking" a rule. I thought that was pretty harsh. But maybe I don't know the whole story. I used to be totally against homeschooling but I tell you sometimes I can see lots of reasons to do it. I could never handle that responsibility personally but I have a new respect for those who do and do it well.

11:01 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

Homeschooling entered my thoughts, too Jacque. I couldn't do it, but you know ... these are flipping KIDS. They aren't criminals out there to get the next person in trouble by whispering an answer to them, or forgetting their freaking paperwork that is SOOOO the responsibility of the parent.

So I will either see a note coming home or I won't hear another thing from this teacher.

11:46 AM  
Blogger Ann said...

Calling the child out in public...that's the stuff that chaps my a** and gets missile notes fired off from here, too! The teachers at my divas' schools look sideways at me until I smile at them to let them know I am not gunning for them at that particular moment. There is actually one teacher who quickly walks the other way when she sees me...and Maggie had her 3 years ago!! Stick to your guns, Mer.

Don't you love the "soft" comments. Maggie once told me one of her teachers was comfortable like me. When I was confused, she put her arms around me, rested her head on my belly, and said, "You know, comfortable like a pillow." Damn kids....that belly used to feel like a washboard!

I hope life is settling down for you. XO

11:47 AM  

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