Interview time!!

Ah, Parent-Teacher Interview time. One of my favorite times of the year. This is when we get to see that truly, the apple does not fall far from the tree.

And I have seen it all. Parents yelling at their kids, kids yelling at their parents (and yes, the few times it's happened, the parents sit back and take it). I've been asked out on dates (scary!) and had some insulting questions about my age (I didn't look that young!). But mostly, its the same thing time and time again. The kids whose parents I should really see never show up, and those who are 90%ers are always here. What do you want me to say about your kid? S/he's perfect. You are doing a good job, s/he's doing a good job. It's all good.

I just had an interesting one leave my classroom. Her son picked a bad day to skip... On the attendance, he's down as having a "Dental appointment" with a note from home excusing him. Well, mom knows nothing about said dental appointment. Why would you skip today, of all days??? You know your mother is coming to talk to me...

Then I had the lady who I made cry. We were waiting for her son to join us and in that time we began to talk about how many kids she has (4) and that she needed a really large family because she has no other family left. They were all killed by the communists in Cambodia from which she fled when she was 12. I didn't mean to make her cry, we were just making small talk, then the tears started rolling...

Another mother of an 18 year old came by to tell me that if her son didn't complete his work she needed to be called every time so she could be all over him. Lady, he's 18. If he doesn't get it by now, it won't be for another few years - or maybe not until you stop coddling him.

The parents at my school are loaded. I already told you about one kid's inheritance. Well, in march the mothers with their Gucci bags, Prada shoes, and Tiffany jewelry. If I didn't find it so ridiculous that they buy their teenage girls the same things, I might be jealous. Well, OK, maybe I am still a little jealous.

Another round done and I finally get to go home after being here for 14 hours. Can't wait to hear what the excuse is of the kid who had a "dental appointment"...