Overheard At The Wright Household
Back To School Week has finally ended.
Now, I realize the rest of you only face Back-To-School Night, or maybe two. This year, I had to attend four at four different schools. Luckily, for the first time, none of them were on the same night. But this meant four nights almost in a row of talking to teachers.
The most amusing moment of all four was last night, as I was leaving, a woman told me:
Last year, Juss’s First Grade teacher found him writing something she could not decipher. She squinted at it and finally asked him about it.
Juss replied decisively: “It’s written in Elf!”
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
Yes, but other times she would come home to tell the shocking story of what kids were saying on the pre-school bus, relishing every moment of it.
Naturally shocked at what their first-born had been exposed to, my parents inquired of the director how this sort of thing could happen and shouldn't she put a stop to it.
"Well," replied the director drily, "we'll certainly see what we can do--but who do you think was leading it
|Date:||September 22nd, 2010 10:24 pm (UTC)|| |
Our children are two years apart, and when they would be in the same middle or high school, it was impossible to see all their teachers because the meetings would occur in the same night. The schools never made provision for parents with more than a single child. Ah, well.
When our two children were in grade school, I can well remember the difference in teacher conferences. As the parents would form lines outside the classrooms awaiting their turn, the teacher would open her door and usher the next parent inside. When it was for my son, the teacher would have her lips pressed tightly and greet me with, "We need to talk." When it was for my daughter, the teacher would be all smiles and joyousness as she would announce to the other parents in line, "This won't take long. Bojoette is the perfect student. I wish all my class were like her!" Which I imagine didn't make the other parents feel especially good, but I certainly needed the balance in my life!
(And my son was not an evil child, but he was questioning, constantly in motion, and irrepressible. And he had the unfortunate habit of correcting the teacher when she was wrong, which the principal saw as disrespectful, and I thought was more a reflection upon the teacher's shortcomings.)
Edited at 2010-09-22 10:25 pm (UTC)