So, my daughter (now 15) had a string of the most godawfully bad teachers ever in existence (I could pit them for days on end and still never get enough vitriol out of my system! I mean, she went into Kindergarten able to read, write, and do simple math, but came out unable to do any of that at her level. It took her almost 3 years to get caught back up!!) but my son (now 7) has been lucky. Until this year.
For Kindergarten, he had * the most wonderful* teacher, Miss Shannon. I loved her. She was new enough to teaching to still be idealistic, but had been doing it long enough to be good. She loves kids, and she treated every one of her students (even the one I wanted to knock through the wall) with respect and love. I adored her, almost as much as her students did. My son went into Kindergarten barely able to do more than recognise the alphabet, but came out reading well above his grade level.
For First grade, my son had an equally awesome teacher, Mrs. McC. She has been teaching forever but still loves it. A few years ago (I found this all out from another teacher at the high school where my daughter goes), Mrs. McC’s teenaged daughter was killed by a drunk driver. Mrs. McC did not come back the next year. It was just too hard for her, with her loss and the community kept bringing it up by way of memorials at every school function. Her husband finally convinced her to come back to teaching, as she loves it so much. I am glad that he did, she is just about the most amazing teacher ever. One day, my son told me “mom, I cheated on my spelling test. When Mrs. McC wasn’t looking, I pulled out my list so I could look at this one word. I am so sorry.” I told him that he had to tell his teacher, and he was so scared (as young kids are) that I agreed to tell her, but he had to be there when I did. I started to tell her and he (my brave little man) spoke up and admitted what he had done. She hugged him and thanked him for being honest. He didn’t get in trouble. She values honesty above punishment – I appreciate that.
Fast forward to this year – his new teacher, Mrs H started off the year snotty. We walked in on registration day and she said, “Hi, I am Mrs. H, and who are you?” Niq replied “I’m Niq, nice to meet you!” Now, my son has been taught how to be polite, and I was quite proud of his response. However, there seems to be some rule that I missed whereby she expected a last name from him. She responded with (a very snotty) “Niq who? I have at least two Niqs in my class this year. Which one are you?”
Meh. I could have let this go, except. She has been snotty like this all along. Apparently, she’s not snotty to the kids, my son seems to like her well enough, but there have been minor annoyances that just bug me. At the Parents’ Night meeting, one parent asked about the spelling list on the board – it was completely different from the one that had been sent home. Were we all practicing the wrong list with our kids? Mrs. H laughed it off and said, “oh, no the one you have is right. I put the wrong list up. It’s not the first mistake I’ve made this year, and it probably won’t be the last.” :dubious:
She went on to talk about how when we call to let her know that our child will be absent (school policy) that we should never leave her a voicemail, but instead leave a message with the secretary up front, because she hasn’t figured out how to work her VM. :dubious: She has worked at this school for something like 10 years and still can’t figure out the VM? Uh, yeh, I feel real comfortable with her as a teacher.
The dealbreaker came last night. Each Thursday, she sends home an envelope with the previous week’s work in it. We get to look over the work, and sign the envelope to acknowledge that we saw it all. One of the items was spelling sentences. This paper is not graded, it is just a means to practice the week’s spelling words. The child is supposed to make up sentences using the spelling words. Remember that these kids are in second grade and their vocabulary is generally larger than their spelling abilities. (Well, at least in my son’s case!) Some of my son’s sentences included the following:
[li]Plese(please) tune that big pinao(piano) over there.[/li][li]He broek(broke) his littel(little) nose.[/li][li]Theyr(they’re) late for skule(school).[/li][/ol]
Now, I appreciate that the teacher will go through and correct the spelling of the non-spelling words, it does help to see where you have made mistakes. What pissed me off beyond words, and was the final dealbreaker was on sentence # 3.
“Theyr” was marked off and replaced with “Thier.” I am not joking here. No, it wasn’t a child that had corrected this, it was in red ink, in the teacher’s handwriting. WTF? First of all, my son was correct with his assumption of they’re, if not in his spelling of it. Grammar – it’s something a second grade teacher should know. Second of all, I am dyslexic as all get out and almost always mix up the ie/ei thing – I will even say the rhyme backwards, but when I see it in print, I know when it is wrong. So, not only did she correct his grammar incorectly, but she MISFUCKINGSPELLED her correction.
The more I think about it, the more this should go in the pit. Seriously. I want to say something to her, but I don’t want my son to have to put up with BS from her, and she does seem the type to take something like this out on the parents. If this were a graded paper, I would most definitely be saying something, but I just don’t know what to do.
I told my son that he was correct on the word, and went over the correct spelling of “their” for future reference. I re-iterated to him when to use each version of the word (there/their/they’re) but I don’t know what else I can do. Would you say something to the teacher or let it slide? We’re not even to the end of the first 9 weeks and this is already going on, would you be bothered or am I overreacting here?