I had Open House last night. And as always, it was very interesting! One mother attempted to tell me off because her daughter who is normally an A/B student is getting a C- in my class and the mother just can't understand that. Okay, why is this my fault?
I grabbed my gradebook and showed this mother exactly why her A/B daughter has a C-. After seeing that her daughter failed to turn in four assignments, the mother said, "oh" and walked away.
One student, who is getting an F because he never does any work tried to tell him mother in front of me that the reason why he is getting an F is because he messes up on tests. He attempted to tell this lie while his mother was holding a piece of paper detailing all of the work he's not turned in to me. She was almost believing him too. So I set that matter straight real quick!
I think one of the dads tried to hit on me. He gave me the CREEPS. And then he gave me his card. He claims so that I can get in touch with him about his daugther. Whatever! I have all the phone numbers I need right at my fingertips from her school records. I don't need his general contracting business card. Although, I do need a fence built. Wonder if Cory would go for that one?
One mother weighed about 80 pounds more than me and was about 20 years older than me. She also had at least ten more tatoos than me and so many piercings on her lips, cheeks and eyes that from far away you would mistake them for moles. It was wierd.
Then I got the usual conversations from a bunch of parents:
Me--"Little Billy is not doing his homework."
Them--"Well he tells us he doesn't have any homework".
Me--"Well he does"
(What I want to say is: "Okay, then I must be mistaken. Little Billy is right. I am wrong. I should have never brought the subject of homework up. Forgive me!"
I grabbed my gradebook and showed this mother exactly why her A/B daughter has a C-. After seeing that her daughter failed to turn in four assignments, the mother said, "oh" and walked away.
One student, who is getting an F because he never does any work tried to tell him mother in front of me that the reason why he is getting an F is because he messes up on tests. He attempted to tell this lie while his mother was holding a piece of paper detailing all of the work he's not turned in to me. She was almost believing him too. So I set that matter straight real quick!
I think one of the dads tried to hit on me. He gave me the CREEPS. And then he gave me his card. He claims so that I can get in touch with him about his daugther. Whatever! I have all the phone numbers I need right at my fingertips from her school records. I don't need his general contracting business card. Although, I do need a fence built. Wonder if Cory would go for that one?
One mother weighed about 80 pounds more than me and was about 20 years older than me. She also had at least ten more tatoos than me and so many piercings on her lips, cheeks and eyes that from far away you would mistake them for moles. It was wierd.
Then I got the usual conversations from a bunch of parents:
Me--"Little Billy is not doing his homework."
Them--"Well he tells us he doesn't have any homework".
Me--"Well he does"
(What I want to say is: "Okay, then I must be mistaken. Little Billy is right. I am wrong. I should have never brought the subject of homework up. Forgive me!"
Cory and Corynne came last night to see me, which definitely was the high point of the night. Corynne was so cute. Then Cory took us all to Dairy Queen! It was so nice.
Jordan plays home tonight--Go Rams!
Tomorrow we have to go to West Minster for a college visit and the football game. I might have to sneak to the outlets during that football game.
2 comments:
Meeting parents always explains a lot.
I just had a conversation with a parent the other day. I initially called because she wrote a note saying that her son's medication was making him sick. Later she told me her son was a hard worker. In all the words I would use to describe her son "hard-worker" wouldn't be in there. Then she said she couldn't get him to do his homework last night - which was writing three sentences using three vocabulary words. She said he was just too tired after playing and he just wanted to go to bed.
Sigh. I refrained from letting her know how good he is at spinning his binder on his head or how he has an amazing ability to chew erasers and spit them in the trash can.
I don't know how you handle all of the bullshit from the parents. That mother just said "oh" and walked away? She didn't apologize? I managed a chemical plant and received a lot of bullshit myself but I had ways to deal out retribution to those who deserved it.
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