I survived my first FIASCO.

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I have a student in my class who is… how do I even put this gently? A COMPLETE TERROR. He is downright awful every single day. Every. Single. Day. I honestly can’t count the number of “good days” I’ve had with this kid since the beginning of the school year. I have written him up about five (5!!!) times this year (Let me remind you, it’s only November!!) and that’s only for the absolutely horrendous things he does. There are times that I just don’t have the energy to even write out the referral, even though he has deserved it.

So let’s take a stroll down memory lane to the third day of school. Yes, the THIRD day of school, the day that I first contacted this student’s mother. She seemed very optimistic and overall the phone call went well. We thought we had found a way to get through to her son and hopefully get the year going on a better foot. Fast forward a few months to mid-October. I can’t even write all of the awful things this child has said to me for lack of time and, and to be completely honest, energy. I say “child” even though he is a teenager because of the way he acts on a daily basis. I caught him cheating on his iPad, so I sent him to the office with it. He accused me of deleting a project and called his mother, so naturally she wanted to speak with me about it. I called her back and cleared it up and took that time to inform her of some of the other issues I’d been having. She let me know that she would definitely take care of it and that she wanted to set up a parent/teacher conference with me about it. I agreed and said to let me know when she was available.

Did I ever see her? Of course not.

Last week, my Principal told me to write down all of the terrible things he says or does. After three days, I had two full pages of insults, hateful comments, and off the wall things he had been doing and saying. I took my Principal’s advice and called the mother again. She was so angry with her son that she called his father on three-way and told me to tell him what all had been said and done. I barely got past the first word and the two of them were yelling at each other! “Umm… ma’am? sir?” …no response. “Hello?” …still no response. More yelling on their end and more awkward silence on mine. I was so confused because I really couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I knew it wasn’t good. I found that part of the situation extremely funny and so did my coworkers and administrators. I thought everything had been taken care of, but boy was I wrong.

Fast forward another two days, to yesterday. I received a message to call his mother, so I did. I had no clue what to expect, but I thought maybe she was checking on his progress since our last conversation. Nope, wrong again.

She proceeded to yell at me over the phone for twenty minutes about how I am mean to her son and I pick on him. She told me that he wouldn’t lie about it (he obviously did) and she questioned some of my teaching methods. She called me childish and rude and a number of other names, and she basically decided that I’m a liar and her son can do absolutely no wrong. I actually got upset about it and shed a few tears (damn!) but I definitely didn’t let her know that. After talking to my Principal about it, he told me to stop calling/taking calls from her and that he would handle it from here. Now the student isn’t allowed in my classroom, but instead has to work by himself in the library.

I keep remembering something that the mother said yesterday, and actually every time we have talked. Each time we had a conversation, she said that she felt like it was time to take her child to a different school district. Naturally, when I heard this, I thought “HALLELUJAH!!!” but as soon as I walked in today, I saw him. Damn my luck. Although I guess it is pretty amazing that I don’t have to deal with him anymore.

I may have ended up with a few emotional bumps and bruises, but I survived my first confrontation (fiasco) with a parent! It wasn’t fun, but MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

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Gray Hairs?!?!

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Wow… I’m 100% speechless. Well, obviously not, because I’m about to write a blog post, but you get the picture. 

After lunch, as I made my daily trip to the ladies’ room, I was washing my hands when I noticed something glimmering in the mirror. I looked up, ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED, to find not one but two GRAY HAIRS staring right at me. My long, dark brown hair that everyone is envious of, is being invaded by nasty silver ones!!! I am only 24 years old, have only been teaching for two months, and already have these awful things creeping into my life?!?! *faints* TELL ME THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE. 

 

The worst part is that I can pinpoint exactly where those ugly gray hairs are coming from: 5th period. The class sandwiched between my lunch break and my conference period (THANK YOU BABY JESUS – because I need serious mental health time to prepare for them, and again to recover). This is a class of only four students, but trust me, these are the four most annoying, frustrating, needy, make-you-pull-out-your-(gray)-hair, kids. “They’re just kids,” some of my coworkers say… Well you’ll think otherwise when they get to your class. They really drive me absolutely insane.  

 

So now I have gray hairs. I’m appalled. Thankfully I’m already engaged, so I don’t have to worry about finding myself a man SINCE I’M OBVIOUSLY AN OLD SENILE WOMAN. Guess it’s off to Walmart for hair dye this evening… and it’s only October…