There is a mother of one of my students who is apparently nuts. I should have known the day she called me and told me that her son (in my 5th grade class) Stanley told me that girls were bothering him in line and all I did was tell him to get to the end of the line–so he could avoid a troublesome situation. She feels that I should have dealt with the problem and reprimanded the girls.
Then, last week on Friday, she told me her son was missing some school supplies and he told me about it and I didn’t do anything about it. Geez, I didn’t know I was supposed to do anything about missing school supplies…Nine times out of ten, the supplies are lost by the student himself and anyways, remember reading and math? I’m supposed to be teaching.
A few days ago some students told me “Stanley” was calling them names as they walked by his desk. That was the last straw. I called him up to my desk and said, “Your mom is the first one to call when someone is picking on you and now you are doing the same thing?”
And now she is livid. She wants him out of my class. She hates me. I’m afraid if they don’t take “Stanley” out of my class she will continue to make my life miserable. I hate that if I don’t take his side in every issue, she will call me. It’s times like these I’m glad I’m in the teacher’s union.
Plus, she’s turning her kid into a snitching little mama’s boy–I probably hate that worst of all.
“Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you, my friend–
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again…”