With Parents Like This, A Kid Doesn’t Stand A Chance
I taught a student in a primary grade, and then I later moved to a new school nearby and taught two grades higher. One of my primary students was secretly one of my favorites, so I was happy to see her on the roster. Her parents? Not so happy.
They asked for a conference with the principal and me to share not only their current concerns but things they had been begrudging for going on THREE YEARS.
Pop: “The coach at [Old School] was funny at morning drop-off — always made me smile. I manage a large team of people, and it’s important that I get to work with a positive attitude. This new coach doesn’t say anything — just waves me on through.”
Sorry that ensuring safe drop-offs in the car rider line doesn’t come with a stand-up routine.
Mom: “This teacher implied that my child’s cheerleader practices were too long in primary grade, and that was why she was tired.”
What I actually said when the child complained of being tired was, “Oh, did you have cheer practice? I know, my children had a lot of ballet classes when they were in school.”
Me: “Ma’am, my own daughters took ballet for years. I am a big supporter of after-school activities. How unfortunate that you didn’t come to me at the time; I could have cleared this up for you back then.”
This sort of complaint repeated several times.
Mom: “[Other Student] is weird. She’s just weird. I don’t like her being in class with my child.”
Ma’am, I would die before I ever agreed with this in public.
Pop: “There are bad kids in this school. In [Old School], when we went out to eat, we knew everyone in the restaurant. Here, we can go out and not know anybody. But these other kids… they’re just bad.”
No, my administrator did not push back in any way whatsoever. [Old School]’s administrator was quite used to pushing back against entitled parents, but not [New School]’s administrator, who was frequently publicly upset that she did not get 100% approval ratings from parents.
[Mom] called the school nurse to ask me to use the word “cheer” to the child because the child didn’t make the traveling elite cheer team — as in, while walking in the hallway to recess, “[Child], please save the cheer until we get to the playground.”
[Mom] complained that [Child] made fun of nail technicians’ accents, saying to us, “I wonder where she learned that?”
The parents would walk through the school hallways like they were literally Prom King and Queen.
By the end of my second year with her, [Child] was being actively excluded from the popular girls’ group in the classroom. (I did shut down the overtly mean comments.) By fifth grade, they were making it a point to exclude her in obvious ways by recreating “Mean Girls” in elementary school, e.g., on Pink Out Day, the Pink Squad of four wore matching outfits.
Not my grade monkeys, not my circus.
Sometimes, you can just see the trainwreck of the future coming.