The People They Interview on the News Have Children
If you haven’t read everything I have ever posted, why the hell not?
But, indeed, if you haven’t read everything I have ever posted, you might not know that I am a teacher in my spare time from being a mother.
I engage in the rampant arguing about the worth of the education professions mostly just in my own mind, but I did want to share something for all of the anti-teacher assholes who troll blogs and websites lurking and waiting for the opportunity to fill up precious lines of “reply” spaces spewing hatred and complaints about “overpaid” “babysitters” and worthless union stooges.
I suppose even those of you who are in support of your local (and not-so-local, too) teachers can listen up as well, though.
Everyone loves to talk about whether teachers are worth their salt. Opinions are like assholes, though, right? Everybody’s got one.
Instead of opinion, I thought I would offer you some facts.
1. Two days ago, I attempted to call the parent of a failing 14-year old student in my class. She didn’t answer and I left a message. She did return my correspondence, though, just a few minutes later with an e-mail. She apologized for not being able to get to the phone in time since she was in the “laboratory.”
2. In a meeting with a parent about her son’s poor behavior in class this fall, the mother smacked her son in the back of his head and told him to “stop be bein’ so ignant.” I assume she meant “ignorant,” but even then, I could have used that example to prove the same point.
3. During a field trip, a local businessperson spoke to a group of high school students, but apologized that she wasn’t normally very good at public speaking. She said that she wasn’t very “ellocant.”
4. In a meeting with a parent about why it was important to encourage a high school student to read her English assignments at home, the mother argued that the teacher (a colleague of mine) needed to “settle the fuck down” because there was no point of talking about that “Julia Caesar stuff like it was real or somethin’.”
5. At my former job, two parents were once called in to the main office to pick up their children who had been involved in a pretty nasty fight in the hallway. In the middle of the office, these two mothers (adults, mind you) got into a fistfight of their own. They were arrested by local police.
6. At a park a few summers back, I was near enough to a family reunion happening in a pavilion nearby to overhear a group of what seemed like aunts and uncles teaching a 4- or 5-year old boy to say hilarious things like “back the fuck off me, bro” and “don’t be a pussy.” They laughed raucously (which was the primary reason my attention was pulled in their direction to begin with).
7. When a coworker called home last week to explain that a freshman student would be receiving a referral to our school counselor for masturbating in class, the boy’s mother yelled at the teacher (a coworker of mine) that her son “don’t do dat.”
Sadlly, I could go on.
But, I feel bad about the world right now, so I am not going to.
When I see a child for 42 minutes a day for 188 days in a calendar year, but he is exposed to all of THAT for much of the rest of the time in his home and in his community, I am not sure how to counteract the damage. It’s like running at an exploding volcano with a sand pail and then having people traipse all over the internet later talking about what a fucking douche you were for not doing “your job” right in cleaning up the mess.
So, if you will excuse me, I need to go put my feet up, collect a giant paycheck and do my nails while your kids play Candy-Pet-Makeover-Farm-Saga on their iPhones until dismissal.