I’m very, very angry. I was hoping I could mop the floor, fold the laundry and wash dishes and the anger would dissipate. No such luck.
I got a message from my kid’s school and I’m being summoned for a meeting with Demolition Boy’s teacher and the principal for “behavior issues”. I’ll bet.
Let me tell you why I’m not going to lecture Demolition Boy on this one.
The very first day of school, I dropped Demolition Boy off at his class and helped him find his desk. Where was it? At the front of the class to the left, all by itself. The other desks were in groups or in the center of the room. Not his. Seperated. Isolated. Quarantined.
I thought it was a mistake. That it was that way from last year and they’d fix it when the class started. Oh no. In the eternal wisdom of his teacher, based on information FROM LAST YEAR he was put by himself. And then she proceeds to ambush me when I was at the school for an entirely different reason to tell me my son has issues in class. Her words? “Most children his age are compliant and he stands out among his peers.”
Really? You’re kidding me.
If you mean he’s singled out because YOU seperated him from the other kids in class? Then yes, he stands out. If you mean they tease him and he gets pissed off and hits them? Then yes, he has issues. Your fucking right. I would too.
Why are all the popular kids in charge of the schools? Don’t these teacher remember what it was like to be in grammar school? “Different”=”Bad”. Kids this age are sharks and my kid’s teacher just put his blood in the water.
So Demolition Boy hates school. Says he has “bad days” all the time. Gets in trouble EVERY FUCKING DAY. If I was going through that shit, I wouldn’t want to go either.
I’m so pissed off.
He’s a NICE kid with talent and humor. But they seem to want him to conform, comply, BEND. It’s sad because Train Boy has done just that. He’s a “good little boy” at school. I know he hates it.
I am the WRONG person to deal with this. I was tormented by my peers and chastised by the adults. Teachers complained that I “talked to much”. I was an object of ridicule and censure for most of my school years. To see my kid in the same boat is heartbreaking.
I have to stop being mad, though. I can’t go barreling into the meeting on Monday and flame them. They totally deserve it, but I won’t.
I am, however, requesting he get another fucking teacher. This woman is all about the “nice sweet children.” Redneck kids need not apply. I swear I want to give them a lesson in what it’s like to be on the outside. When a teacher punishes a kid BEFORE SHE EVEN MEETS HIM there is something wrong with that teacher.
She set my kid up to fail. And I am PISSED OFF about it.
I recognize I am not the best parent in the world. I don’t ride my kids all the time and I encourage them to be independent. I don’t understand why there is so much PUSH in school. My kids are exhausted when they get home. And cranky. How is this helping them?
And it’s not like I can afford to pull my kids out of the system. It’s tempting. If I were smarter and more patient, I would thumb my nose at them and home school them. But I’m not.
So, I have to suck it up and stand my ground without burning bridges.
I hate being a grown up.
But I hated being a kid more.
I don’t feel much better.