Good ole MSers! I am not ONLY going to blog about my truly inspiring teaching stories. But I can't let this one go...and then it will be back to more deep and philosophical entries.
Here is a little about my day today...curriculum going well...the students are getting used to my demanding manner in the homework and work in general part. They are reading and writing CONSTANTLY and for that I am proud.
But then there is HOMEROOM! Homeroom is the last 26 minutes of the day. It is excruciating! This is suppose to be utilized by the students as a resource. They have a nice and quiet place to sit, sum up their day, and do homework with a teacher available to help them. I have 7th grade for homeroom...I do not like them. The unfortunate part is my daughter is also in 7th grade. Some of her friends are in my homeroom and they tell her that I am cool and they love me and all of that sweet stuff that teachers LOVE to hear....and yes we thrive on it. But then there is this one boy...who has a last name that I recognize all too well. I am not holding a grudge but I went to school with this boy's father and uncle..and let's just say-they are an INTERESTING group of people. This boy has learned the hard way that I will not take his um..stuff...and to not disrespect me...at least to my face. After homeroom today he tells my daughter that her mom is a b****. (I interrupt this writing to let you know that I have given this kid chances and I have not held his last name against him in ANY way). Now, I am not offended. A part of me laughs inside but then I think...my own children should not be getting these lovely messages to send to me. I am sure this won't be the last one. My daughter is not telling me this because she WANTS to, she feels she HAS to and to her credit..she handled it well.
How am I going to handle this one? I am simply going to let the sweet little boy know I got his cowardly message and if he ever feels the need to call me a b**** again to my daughters or anyone else....I will personally guarantee him 3 days of ASD. And that is the LEAST I can do about that! :) Stay tuned for tomorrow...where I am sure I will now graduate to ANOTHER name in the book...but my daughter better not hear about it! :)
Tuesday, August 21
Don't shoot the messenger! What did you call me?
composed Jean 2 at 6:26 PM
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Wow! That is a pretty rough situation for your girls. I am glad you know and I am sure he will keep his mouth from running around her (at least if he knows what is good for him!).
I will see you at dinner tomorrow!
Lindsay
LOL...i'm sure some of the other teachers that had parents at school NEVER heard anything like that before. ;) I'm fairly certain I could pick out the name of the boy fairly easily, not too shocking. Hope your next few days have been a bit easier.
I think that means you are a kick butt teacher! I take being called a B a compliment. On the other hand, I would be really irritated that they said it to one of my children. Luckily your girls are very well adjusted and can handle situations like that! I could probably guess who the little darling it too. LOL
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