Unfiltered Story #270871
As a quick note, children in Flanders usually grow up speaking Dutch, start learning French in 5th grade, and then English in what is called 7th grade in the USA. So learning languages is a very common thing.
I teach English as a second language, and usually dealing with student is not the hardest part of my career… It’s the parents.
I have one student who’s not putting any work into any of his classes, and his scores reflect his bad work ethic. The kid is more concerned with his phone than his books and can’t wait to get out of school to do anything else but study or make his homework. As it’s his second year of secondary education but still early in the year all of his teachers, including me, decide to call a parent teacher conference to talk about why it’s going wrong and how everyone can work together to improve the situation. Sometimes there’s mental blocks like dyslexia that hadn’t been caught yet, etc.
Everyone frees up an evening and parents are invited in. The kid is lounging in the hallways waiting for the meeting to start. Except an hour after the scheduled time, no one has shown up. Not even to collect the kid who just shrugs when we ask him about it. He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care. Just as we’re all getting ready to call it quits and figure out how to get the kid home, his mother bustles in with an arm load of shopping bags and a whole helping of attitude.
It does not get any better.
Everything, from his inability to concentrate to his unmade homework is our fault. We should be moving heaven and earth to guide her darling boy instead of asking him to do anything.
And then she turns her wrath on me, his English teacher, and his poor French teacher. We are apparently the worst of the bunch. Asking way too much from him and confusing everyone with our strange and useless languages. For example, we write our schedules and diaries in out respective languages instead of Dutch. So of course he cannot make his homework, he can’t understand the instructions. That the “instructions” are page numbers and exercise numbers and verbs he learnt months ago does not matter. We’re abusing her child mentally and if we don’t stop she’ll contact the board.
Of course, her angel was smirking the whole way through the meeting and tapping away on his cellphone.
What a fun way to start the new year. Somehow I don’t think the kid is going to last.