I have started and re-started this entry four times now. The paragraph went from a novel: "the moment a baby is placed into our arms..." to the simpler: "why don't kids come with an instruction manual?" to the desperate: "never mind; I just need a hug." I'm leaning towards the latter, as I am completely spent from dealing with frustrating teachers and front-office wenches who do not deliver messages.
Nutshell:
K is not doing well academically or emotionally in Honors Science.
Teacher's attitude is "tough tookies."
My gander: Up.
Pounding out of email from frustrated mama ensues.
Tough Tookies email response from teacher is received.
T.T. Teacher implies K may need to be in different class.
Mama puts in call to school counselor.
Three hours later, mama calls again because previous message has apparently been sucked into a void.
Counselor agrees to look into "regular" science class for K.
Mama: now worried about K not wanting to change his schedule.
And on it goes.
Anyone have a Parenting 101 Textbook I can borrow? I just need to see the chapters on "Surviving Sucky Teachers." Thanks.
1 comment:
You do not need an instruction manual for kids. You need an instruction manual for kicking ass through administrative bullshit.
What do you think about the class? What does K think? Keep on top of it all and good luck!
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