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All My Friends

Parents just don’t understand. The kids and I were at science camp this past week and all in all it was a great week of learning. One incident really frustrated me though. One of the kids was being disrespectful to his counselor, frustrating the counselor in the process. A fellow teacher spoke to the student and I figured I would call the student’s parent(s) just to inform them about the incident and allow the student to speak to parent(s). Surprisingly, parent was very upset that I believed the adult counselor instead of her son. Her son is very well behaved according to her. It wasn’t my purpose to state otherwise. All I wanted was to inform her of what the child did. She insisted on talking to the counselor. I couldn’t allow that because the counselor was supervising his group of students. I used the word chiquillo to refer to the boy. Did I mention that I was speaking to a parent that only speaks Spanish? The mother went off on me telling me how unprofessional I was for using that derogatory term. I apologized for using what in my opinion is an innocent word. Did I mention that all I wanted was for the parent to talk to her student about how talking back to one’s counselor is bad? “If you think I am being unprofessional maybe you should pick up your student from science camp,” I told her. “Maybe that would make you feel more comfortable,” I stated sarcastically. Well I went into defense mode, pretty much agreeing with every word she said to let the conversation die.

When we arrived back to school I warned my fellow teacher (didn’t go on the trip) about this particular parent. Low and behold parent came in pitbull-attack mode and she pretty much wanted blood. She told my colleague that I was unprofessional and was disrespectful to her on the phone. If we reprimanded her child the teacher (me) must be reprimanded as well. At this point I nearly regretted speaking Spanish to her over the phone. I was trying to bridge the communication gap by speaking Spanish since she didn’t speak English and this is how I was thanked for the courtesy. I speak Spanish better than most but do I speak the language like my cousins in Mexico or my friend from Madrid? (an appropriate response would be hija de puta I suppose) Of course not. After a 15 conversation she left hugging her child all the way to her car one-hundered feet away. Ay pobrecito. Why do children behave the way they do? Blame the parents.


4 Comments

Sucks! I feel ya. Luckily, those days don’t happen too often.

Posted by kelly on 29 March 2010 @ 6pm

Lady sounds crazy to me.
Child learns well from their parent

Posted by Normies on 29 March 2010 @ 7pm

Its times like this where I would have used the benefit of being from a union. I’da cussed her out and told her to get her disobedient boy out of the science camp…I’m the damn teacher after all.

What can she do anyway? You have the teachers union. :-)

Posted by HispanicPundit on 29 March 2010 @ 8pm

Kelly/Normies: These days are not the norm but they do bug you so much. The lady does seem somewhat crazy. She has a “Do you know who I am” attitude. Unfortunately for her, I don’t care who she thinks she is.

Hp: See, deep inside you know that you would be one of the few that would take advantage of the protection of the union. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’ve gotten into the habit of cussing out parents/administrators/teachers/students in my mind. I stare and f-bombs aways.

Posted by Gustavo on 30 March 2010 @ 10am

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