Parent-teacher interviews tomorrow and that means I'll have to be face-to-face with The Witch again. Ice is coming home early to go with me (cuz I begged) but still my stomach is in knots.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. For such a long time, I had been looking forward to getting 2 or 3 days to myself once all three kids were in school. Now, when J is in school, I'm pretty much a wreck for the entire day. I can't concentrate on anything, I get zero accomplished, and I don't sleep well the night before.
I am not one of those parents who thinks their kid does nothing wrong. I'm well aware that he's no angel. He only listens when he wants to and he can be very bossy and, sometimes, not very nice. I don't even have a problem with when or how she disciplines him.
What I have a problem with is how she reports these things to me, how she makes me feel like he's the worst kid ever (he's not that bad), and how she makes me feel like the worst parent ever. He doesn't tell me much of what she says to him (other than the one time she said "yuck" when she looked at his fingerpainting) but I can't imagine she's overly nice to him.
When my girls were in her class, all of the parents who had sons in kindergarten told me that she didn't like boys, that she very obviously favoured girls. I thought they were exaggerating because I didn't see it. She loved my middle child (and still does) but then every teacher seems to. With L, she was pretty neutral and I was kinda expecting the same thing with J. I knew he would probably get in trouble more than either of the girls ever did but I didn't expect such negativity all of the time.
And for the record, I've yet to meet a parent who likes this teacher. Well, ok, one... but she's an idiot so she doesn't count.
Anyway, wish me luck tomorrow. I think I'll need it.
Posted by Ripley on December 05, 2002
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