Jason Ortiz5 said:And if the kid doesn't write that sentence correctly, then obviously it's assumed they're either dim or just acting dumb. And you really need to let the kid know that. ☕
Quinn: I agree. If only we could just pick and choose which parents to skip—you know, the ones who say, "Grades don't matter to me!"
Usually, you have to read that as "...as long as it's an A."
Wise, veteran teachers definitely know that. 😉
For a normal parent, grades matter. And they matter to the kid, too. |
For a teacher, you either have reading comprehension issues or you're pretending you do just to get your own way. 🥳
No, I don't care about my kid's PE grade, and honestly, I don't care if you believe me or what you think about it. As for the other grades, I didn't say they weren't important; I said I want them to be based on actual knowledge. Because one day, my kid is going to move on from that teacher. And we all know what happens when kids are handed easy grades. I don't want that for my child.
Look, being an educator involves cooperation and communication—whatever you want to call it—not just with students, but with parents too. You can't have one without the other. Teachers who don't realize that, or don't want to, or expect parents to just be a bunch of yes-men who cheer or clap at every single thing a teacher does... well, they clearly haven't thought about whether they actually want to deal with that kind of life.
Personally, I don't mind if a parent has questions, complaints, or praise, provided it's actually about their kid's progress or absences. Luckily, those extreme pests are rare enough that they don't need much mention.
BUT: When the first person in line realizes there are 15 other parents waiting behind them, yet decides to launch into a monologue about their weekend wedding trip—complete with a play-by-play of the catering and decor—and then pivots into a laundry list of grievances about work, inflation, the weather, and their recent knee MRI... all while barely asking about their child and forcing everyone else to stand there because there aren't enough chairs, despite subtle hints that people are waiting... yeah. In those moments, I'd love to just take my heavy desk organizer and give them a little tap on the head...