For the last few years, I’ve been out of town at this time when my youngest daughter’s teacher assignment is released out into the universe (my mailbox). I have friends send us a picture ‘reveal’ of the letter slash news. Good or bad as it may be. Thankfully, it’s always been good. Anyone see where I’m going with this?
When we first started at this public school, I was beside myself thinking I’d botched the decision to pull my child out of the Christian Montessori school she was so rooted in. Which I’d done sort of knee jerk. After we’d paid to secure our spot for the following year, they dropped a bomb that the entire staff was getting an overhaul. When the majority of a staff, including administration, decides to head for greener pastures in concert with one another, it is a sign there is trouble brewin’. As a teacher and a parent, this screams for me to run. Either way, the families would no longer be recieving what they’d been promised, as well as more than they bargained for with buildouts that would take place during the schoolyear with our tiny children in spitting distance. Long story short, they did *not* want to refund the money they took from everyone mere days before giving out the bad news…comedy ensued.
So…the next step was to test in for public. We went over to the school, which we’d registered for and toured the previous week, all was well. We forged ahead. She has an awkward birthday where, coming from a mixed aged, two-room school, her grade placement could have gone one of two ways. So my child took her tests, and when she was done…I met my first teacher at the school. Right off the bat, she seemed delightfully annoyed that I had questions about grade placement. And was charmingly over the difficulties of my hearing loss before we even got rolling. There were a lot of long pauses, closed eyes and visible deep calming breaths in order for her to exist in my airspace without climbing a clock tower after I left her sight. She ‘just couldn’t’ with me, and made it clear. There was no patience for my many misunderstandings of her, and I had to fill in a lot of blanks of things she would not repeat for me. As my first experience at this new school, it left me wondering how different things would be were I not as soft spoken. I’ve noticed with parents, and general adultdom, it’s always the obnoxious ones that seem to garner the most respect. Disheartening to say the least.
I walked away hoping this would never be my child’s teacher. And when she eventually switched up to teach a grade higher, I re-hoped. We have always managed to dodge the bullet.
Guess who we just got for second grade!?
But, that’s okay…I’ve got my super cool new snowy mountain rescue emergency backpack ready for MY first day. And the kittycat donut-nana will be close behind.