I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I’ve never liked any of my sons teachers, at least not for a full year. Usually it starts off well, but then they do something that makes me want to smack them.
The first teacher was a sweetheart. She was a kindergarten teacher and had the perfect personality for the job, or so I thought. She never raised her voice, always had a smile and was very engaged. I liked her until after Christmas break.
My son doesn’t handle a disrupted schedule well, and Christmas break threw him off track hardcore. Once it was time to go back to school he got upset and defiant. He refused to do any work while there (that was pretty bad in my eyes, since it was kindergarten and consisted mainly of coloring stuff and singing silly songs.) It wasn’t until the end of the school year, in June, when the teacher let me know my son had hit her. Not once, not twice, but an ongoing thing since the return from Christmas break.
I don’t condone violence in any way in my home. I don’t even like John wrestling with the kids as I feel it tells them it’s okay to hit.
The fact that this teacher did nothing to punish or reprimand my son, not even a visit to the office made me mad. The fact that she didn’t let me know as soon as it happened made me want to smack her.
While my son no longer hits teachers (it finally ended after 1st grade), he still has problems with doing his work and taking direction. We were forced to enroll him in counseling (the school board told us if we didn’t he would be expelled) in 1st grade, and he’s been going ever since. He’s since been diagnosed with Asperger’s and Dyslexia. We share the diagnosis with each new teacher, every year.
When the 2nd grade teacher made the comment “He doesn’t look autistic.” I wanted to slap her.
Every teacher tells us they appreciate the insight, but they can not provide any special treatment. They know how to handle children with these disabilities. It’s not their first rodeo. And a few week into the school year we get a call telling us the same things: he’s not doing his work, he grows very irritable, he has problems interacting with other children.
This has made me want to smack each and every one of them.
This year, I went in-depth with his teacher at Open House. She was new and not familiar with my son (all of the previous teachers knew him.) I explained that there would be times he needed a little nudge, or 1 on 1 help. She assured me that’s not a problem. I told her that he functions best when given a few minutes between tasks, and doesn’t do well when given more than one assignment at a time. She told me that was fine. I advised her that she should call me if there are ever any problems. She wrote down my number.
That One Single Straw
My son missed his second week of 4th grade due to Strep Throat. It was horrible timing, but what could we do? We attempted to get his make-up work while he was out, but his teacher said it would be best to wait on that. When it was finally time for him to go back we thought it would be okay. There were no overwhelming emotions or negative feelings about going back. I got my hopes up.
After lunch time I answered my phone and it was the school secretary. She said, “We have Dameon here in the office, we need you to come in.”
That was a phone call I was all too familiar with, and I headed to the school. I assumed the transition back to school was a tough one for him and the teacher just couldn’t handle it. But that wasn’t the case at all.
Apparently, the teacher has “her own way of handling make-up work.”
Her way is to make the children do the work during recess. She sat my son down with a 3 inch stack of papers and told him to get started while the other kids went out to play. This made my son feel like he was being punished and it didn’t go over well at all. He had tried to hold it together, but quickly became overwhelmed and broke down. She sent him to the office.
I thanked the secretary for calling me, she told me his teacher was new and that she would talk to her about how to best help my son. I took my son home and did everything I could to convince him this wasn’t going to be a bad school year and his teacher would get better.
I know it may not be the teachers fault’s completely, but that doesn’t make it any less upsetting for me (or my son.) I would never, ever resort to violence – it’s just one of those urges I get when someone upsets or endangers my child.