bangmegafan
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My son is enrolled in French immersion. He's not perfect, we know there's something going on, the pediatrician says he MAY have mild ADD or some form of anxiety disorder, but nothing is clear at this point and he requires further testing and growth before they'll know what's happening. It's nothing a competent teacher can't work around (his regular teacher does), and he's generally a happy, fairly successful-in-school kid. He's no Einstein, but he's not a dunce either. The doctor said at his last appointment "look at his report card -- this kid is getting mostly B's, and quite frankly, he's fine. I have seen a kid today that tried to burn down the family home, a kid that killed the family pet, one that's being beaten. Your kid is FINE. The teachers need to relax a bit and learn to focus on the big picture."
This is the attitude I, too, have adopted. We do all the reading and math they ask us to do at home and then some. My poor six year-old comes home dragging his feet daily and asks (literally) every day "mama, do I have work today?" the second he's in the door. Fun life for a little kid. He's SIX. He needs to play with mud, and run, and yell, not do fucking equations. We're not preparing for Juliard here.
So today we go to his parent-teacher meeting (without him -- he doesn't need to hear his horror of an English teacher rip him a new one AGAIN, she's so mean). "He's only gone up three levels since last time we met..." HEY LADY, that's great! he's improving, yes? Is he sitting in the corner licking the bottom of his shoe? No? No, he can fucking read a book in English, in French, he can do basic math, he's great at art, dance, athletics, and he's incredibly kind, compassionate, he's a great problem solver, he has a ridiculous memory and he's thoughtful and imaginative, and interestingly weird. So stuff it.
But this is what made me need to vent. I told her that when she sent home his English book with many unfinished pages, that he sat right down and did the work. that's what he does at home -- he has a great work ethic, he'll work for us, because a) we offer him rewards, and b) we're fucking nice people. She yells. He's a shy invert and that makes him cower, so of course he gets nothing done at school. He daydreams for a minute, as kids do, she screams "BACK TO WORK!!" and he just about pees his pants. He's not going to write an essay for you, it's all he can do to stay in his seat, dragon lady. And because he can't work well while she's in the class (she comes into the French class three or four times a week to work with the kids to work on English writing projects), because he essentially tries to get away from the crazy by talking to his friends, or daydreaming at his desk, or playing with his eraser, or doing ANYTHING but talk to her/listen to her/work for her, she says to me "and he's VERY immature. He acts like a two year old, or a three year old." Well, fuck you lady, because honestly, I've seen my son work out some very complex problems and figure some shit out with his friends, and he can be quite mature when he wants/needs to be -- you just bring out the worst in him (and other kids too); maybe the tough kids can work with you, but you stomp all over the softer ones, because you're a troglodyte who wouldn't know finesse or teaching ability if it ran up and bit you on your big, warty nose.
So I tell her that he did the work easily at home and instead of saying something nice or maybe asking HOW we get him to do the work (you know, something useful?) this fucking Trogdor stands up, scaring the shit out of ME by the way, and says "God I could KILL HIM!!" holy shit ladies. Excuse me fucking WHAT?? You said WHAT now about my SIX YEAR OLD son? The look on the other teacher's face was priceless. You could have cut the air with a knife for a few minutes after that. Wow. My son did his work, you're mad? I have unlocked the secret to getting kids to do their English homework... it's being nice! Wow! So maybe if you weren't a complete whoresnack my son would be passing grade two? Is that how I should be reading his fucking report card? Forgive me if I don't put much stock in the publik skool sistym. You friggin rental tool.
Thanks for the rant girls. Jesus I need more fucking wine now.
This is the attitude I, too, have adopted. We do all the reading and math they ask us to do at home and then some. My poor six year-old comes home dragging his feet daily and asks (literally) every day "mama, do I have work today?" the second he's in the door. Fun life for a little kid. He's SIX. He needs to play with mud, and run, and yell, not do fucking equations. We're not preparing for Juliard here.
So today we go to his parent-teacher meeting (without him -- he doesn't need to hear his horror of an English teacher rip him a new one AGAIN, she's so mean). "He's only gone up three levels since last time we met..." HEY LADY, that's great! he's improving, yes? Is he sitting in the corner licking the bottom of his shoe? No? No, he can fucking read a book in English, in French, he can do basic math, he's great at art, dance, athletics, and he's incredibly kind, compassionate, he's a great problem solver, he has a ridiculous memory and he's thoughtful and imaginative, and interestingly weird. So stuff it.
But this is what made me need to vent. I told her that when she sent home his English book with many unfinished pages, that he sat right down and did the work. that's what he does at home -- he has a great work ethic, he'll work for us, because a) we offer him rewards, and b) we're fucking nice people. She yells. He's a shy invert and that makes him cower, so of course he gets nothing done at school. He daydreams for a minute, as kids do, she screams "BACK TO WORK!!" and he just about pees his pants. He's not going to write an essay for you, it's all he can do to stay in his seat, dragon lady. And because he can't work well while she's in the class (she comes into the French class three or four times a week to work with the kids to work on English writing projects), because he essentially tries to get away from the crazy by talking to his friends, or daydreaming at his desk, or playing with his eraser, or doing ANYTHING but talk to her/listen to her/work for her, she says to me "and he's VERY immature. He acts like a two year old, or a three year old." Well, fuck you lady, because honestly, I've seen my son work out some very complex problems and figure some shit out with his friends, and he can be quite mature when he wants/needs to be -- you just bring out the worst in him (and other kids too); maybe the tough kids can work with you, but you stomp all over the softer ones, because you're a troglodyte who wouldn't know finesse or teaching ability if it ran up and bit you on your big, warty nose.
So I tell her that he did the work easily at home and instead of saying something nice or maybe asking HOW we get him to do the work (you know, something useful?) this fucking Trogdor stands up, scaring the shit out of ME by the way, and says "God I could KILL HIM!!" holy shit ladies. Excuse me fucking WHAT?? You said WHAT now about my SIX YEAR OLD son? The look on the other teacher's face was priceless. You could have cut the air with a knife for a few minutes after that. Wow. My son did his work, you're mad? I have unlocked the secret to getting kids to do their English homework... it's being nice! Wow! So maybe if you weren't a complete whoresnack my son would be passing grade two? Is that how I should be reading his fucking report card? Forgive me if I don't put much stock in the publik skool sistym. You friggin rental tool.
Thanks for the rant girls. Jesus I need more fucking wine now.