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Public School Pest

When you think of pest, you probably think of a student, but in our case, I think it’s my son’s teacher.  He’s been complaining that she’s mean.  A few students have even cried, and these aren’t kindergarteners, they’re 5th graders —  Kiddos who are used to the school routine.  Except when your teacher is an intense 25+ year veteran teacher.  Normally I’d be grateful for an experienced teacher, but in this case, I don’t think experience weighs out.  I haven’t figured out if it’s just her personality, that she’s just abrasive, or if she’s burned out, or if it’s both of those and maybe more.

All I know is my normally happy-go-lucky little man has been stressed and anxious, and even crying at the thought of going back to school each day.  I called a meeting with the teacher and the principal, and I left having mixed emotions.  She’s definitely intense, and wanted to steer the focus of the meeting to what she wanted to talk about.  Definitely an overbearing personality.  We agreed to weekly phone calls.  Last night was the first of those.  I can’t say I feel any better about the whole situation. 

And she threw in a verbal slap in the face, saying she had heard that my son wanted to live with his dad.  I know for a fact this isn’t true, but what I don’t know is if she said that strictly as a jab, or as retribution for calling her to the principal’s office, or if she was digging for information.  Doesn’t really matter.  What I do know, is that as a mother and grandmother (as she told me she was) she knows full well the power behind her statement.  Shame on her.  I see thru her comment, but how many other parents has she wounded in her 25+ years of teaching.  Multiply that times ten and we might have a low-ball estimate of the number of students she’s traumatized over the years.

How is it that this woman still teaches?  I’ve been trying for a year and  half to get a teaching job and haven’t had any luck, but here’s this hateful woman interacting with innocent children on a daily basis.  It boggles my mind!

I’ve typed up an email to the principal outlining all of my concerns and requesting that my son be transferred out of her class.  I haven’t sent it yet, but I did send it to my ex-husband who was also in the meeting.  I want to see what he thinks about it, and I want to let it sit for a day.  I’ll look at it again tomorrow with fresh eyes and see if anything needs to be added or taken out.

It’s a stressful situation.  It’s so hard to see your child in misery.  So hard to drop him off at school each day knowing I’m sending him into such agony.  I know the school has a policy of class assignments being final, but in this case I think they have to make an exception.  He’s not focused on learning, and he can’t have a year of this level of stress.  I may be in for a battle, but they’ve got this mother hen riled up.

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Another report from under my rock . . . get vajazzled!!

Wow, this one really has me feeling like I’m four steps behind the rest of the world.  I read a little blurb in a women’s magazine (Allure) about a new trend.  You know how bling’s the thing?  Well, apparently you can bedazzle your vajayjay.  The article also mentions “facials” for the vajayjay, better known as vajacials, but that seems pretty tame compared to getting vajazzled. 

Where have I been?    Or a better question, where would I go with this?  Or should I not be going out if I’m not vajazzled?  What kind of glue or adhesive is suitable for that area anyway?  Don’t answer.  That was a rhetorical question.  🙂  Sometimes I feel like I’m living in the dark ages.

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Parenting Protocol

This weekend is my son’s weekend with his dad– my ex-husband — and tonight is my son’s inline hockey practice. My ex took our kiddo to practice, and no one was there except another mom with her son. According to my ex, she asked if he minded if she left — she was going to Kennedy’s. He said okay, but wasn’t sure there was going to be a practice since it had rained earlier in the day, and no one was there.

When he told me this I asked, “Kennedy’s? The bar?” He replied with a curt, “Yep.” Turns out there wasn’t a practice, and she didn’t leave a phone number. Granted, her son knows how to reach her, but I’m guessing she wouldn’t answer the phone. My ex is staying at the rink with the boys while they skate around. I’m curious to find out what time the mom returns to pick up her kid.

Am I too uptight or does that seem out of line? Maybe I’m an old-fashioned mom . . .

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