Fixing a sad day
Do not mess with my children. Ever. No matter who you are.
Yesterday I got so upset at school that I had an immediately migraine afterwards. Quintus teacher has been off sick for 3 weeks now and will be for another month. He is normally in a class of just 14 kids and this has worked out absolutely wonderful for him. With her being gone though, he is now in a class of 40. Big change that. Ever since he was moved to the temporary teacher, she has had problems with him. He has stayed behind during breaks for talking or not listening or a zillion different things. Things he never did with the old teacher. Clearly the bigger class is not working for him and he needs to be moved as the friend(s) next to him is making it difficult for him to concentrate. I have talked to him about this and he knows that he needs to concentrate more and not talk. It’s just difficult for him if the guys keep on tapping him on the shoulder and starting conversations.
Slowly but certainly I have been starting to dislike this teacher. It feels as though she has gone through no trouble to try and understand him. That she plainly just doesn’t like him and is making school most unpleasant for him at the moment.
Yesterday when I went to pick him up from school, he said that this has been his worst day yet. Our school has an absolutely wonderful positive motivation system. There’s five levels that kids can reach. Each level with its own perks. The kids work hard for this and it’s not everyone that gets it. Clearly this is something special. Quintus reached level 2 the day before (one of the first kids to do so in his grade) and I had to complete a form that showed that I knew about this. However because of a misunderstanding that was probably more my fault than his, the slip stayed behind in the car. When he couldn’t produce the slip to his teacher she told him that he will now not get any of the 2nd level perks and will also not be able to do so in future.
I was so ticked. She did not give him the opportunity to bring it the next day. It was just a letter to inform us of his achievement. Here she was taking a positive motivation system and using it to demotivate him! He worked so hard for it and she took it away because of one little letter. One letter that was only sent out to impress the parents.
I fumed. I was sooooo upset. I walked to the car, got that slip and marched right on back to her class. With Quintus begging me not to be angry at her. There was no way I would allow her to get away with this. Of course when he stood there with the slip in his hand and his mom next to him, she was the sweetest liar teacher and told him to go get his surprise for reaching level 2.
Idiot. Was it that hard? Was it that difficult to reward him for his hard work? Some teachers really don’t care about the children. Those teachers (especially when they reach her age) need to move on home. Go sit on the veranda, stroke the cat and knit socks for the other old people.