Scent of Fear

Sunday, November 29, 2009

On Friday afternoons I volunteer Emily's school library.

This isn't new, by any means. I have been working with the librarian during this shift since Emily started at the school in 2006.

What was new, however, was the greeting given to my by one of Emily's teachers last Friday afternoon.

As the librarian read in French, this teacher came over to the desk and leaned over.

"Are you Emily's Mom? I mean, You are Emily's Mom right?". she whispered.

"Yeah. Hi.", I whispered back.

"I just wanted you to know that I saw the letter you wrote, I mean, Mrs XXX showed it to me - and I have no problem with kids having water bottles in my class."

Now. As of this writing, I have not been addressed by Emily's teacher in any way shape or form. No note. No call. No smoke signals or Semaphore. Not even an Aldis Lamp.

At the moment that the French teacher leans over to whisper these words to me, I know there is blood in the water. My mother shark instinct kicks in and my vision narrows.

"Oh." I whisper back. "I've not heard anything from Mrs XXX regarding that note as of yet..."

The teacher is young. I am guessing that she did not agree with the little facist policy makeover intiated by the senior teacher and decided to address me. What I further believe is that she did not know the teacher had decided to ignore me. Most of all, I don't think she has realized that I am a teacher and education professional ...and that I now also know that Mrs XXX has decided to complain about Emily's Crazy Mom to the other teachers - AND has shown them my letter.

Parent Teacher Conferences are this week.

Shall I sell tickets?

17 Baleful Regards:

Shannon said...

Ooh! I'd buy front row tickets to that! I've been following your teacher saga and have cheered for you as you stuck up for you daughter. Good for you! And good luck with the interviews. :)

Bethany said...

I think the teacher is going to need the luck! My first thought was, "Oh that teacher is in for a world of shit."

Have fun.

C said...

She is definitely messing with the wrong mom.

jwg said...

Can I come!? Please! I'll be good, I promise. Please??? OK then, there'd better be a post the same day with all the details. My money's on you!

Goddess of Madness said...

I'll start making popcorn Dawn, should I offer pop and beer too?

Kikilia said...

I'd like tickets to that show. Maybe you could earn money for the school instead of the regular type fundraiser? ;-)

elizabeth said...

Id pay to see that! I teach 5th grade & can't imagine not letting my students have water bottles

Madeleine said...

Love the fundraiser idea!

Anonymous said...

Oh I can't wait to hear this story!!!
-Melissa

Heather said...

i love the little deep chortle of knowing I get when I read your posts.

Goddess of Madness ~ I'll take a beer and join you ringside.

Dawn said...

Tick tock friends, I see her this afternoon after work. Terrance wanted me to work first so I may be a bit more tired and less apt to go for the kill.

Amanda said...

Tickets. Nope. A par-per-view event! Go get her!

Monica said...

Can you wear a large and fancy brooch with a camera inside? I'm SURE that Montreal has a spy supply store :D

Fraulein N said...

You hit the nail on the head when you called her a megalomaniac. Sadly, there are a lot of people with that sort of personality who end up with a career in education.

You know, when I was in school I ended up pissing myself because some bitch of a teacher asked me, rather snottily, to hold it if it wasn't "an emergency." I know I don't need to tell you, but you can't let this kind of crazy shit fly.

julia said...

Well....What Happened??

Dee said...

Yeah. Major tenterhooks here.

Anonymous said...

Update!!! I wanna know what happened!! :)

 
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