Tuesday, November 3, 2009

School HiJinks

Bacon is in school full time. I drop him off about 7:45 every day, and he goes to his morning class right near the gym where they wait for the teacher to get them. (Why they don't go straight to the class I am not sure...but this is how it works.) Today I dropped him off myself, because Mr. T had to meet the phone guy at the new store at the butt crack of the morning.

Of course I should have known this meant that somehow I was going to be told something horrible, like Bacon had maimed a small animal, or broken an overhead projector, but was dumb and thought I would be in and out in no time. I was wrong.

Mrs. Black stopped me in the hall and said, "I am so glad it's YOU dropping him off this morning. I need to talk to you about an INCIDENT that happened yesterday." She said incident the same way that you tell someone you have diarrhea, and you like she thought if she reported this to Mr. T something traumatic and life changing would happen.

I took a deep breath and smiled sweetly, and knew that something horrible was about to happen.

"Bacon told some kids at recess that he was going to..."she looked around suspiciously for spies before continuing, "kick their a-s-s-e-s. Now, I talked to him about it and gave him a warning because BOTH duties heard him. Normally they would write him up and it would go on his PERMANENT record, but he apologized so it is okay. But could you talk to him about his okay language?"

I assured him I would, and told her how sorry I was. I then hurried out of the building and burst into hysterical laughter. Yes, I probably should be horrified that my child said ASS on the playground. I should probably be worried that he will be denied admission to YALE because he has a mark on his school record for this behavior in Kindergarten, but I couldn't get past the fact that Mrs. Black had to spell the word to me when there were no children present. That there was nothing for me to sign, and the fact that BOTH teachers on recess duty managed to hear my child - in a school of 200 kids - say that word. What the hell were the other kids getting away with?

We have talked to him about it, and he has assured us that it wont happen again. I know that it won't. I think that this particular teacher just isn't all that great with him, and she has shown it with her inability to deal with him and the other kids. It doesn't matter to me though we pay her to take care of them regardless of if she can deal with them or not.

In the meantime watch out for your language. You don't want anything to go on your permanent record!

3 comments:

Givinya De Elba said...

That's sorta funny! She had to spell ASS!! Ha!

Wish you'd said, "Geez, I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into him. And as his parent, I feel like such an ASS."

Or:

"I am so sorry you had to deal with that. You must have had so much else to do at the time. What a pain in the ASS."

And I would certainly have loved to have been a fly on the wall if you'd just come out and said, "WTF is your problem lady?"

Cos I just love it when you cuss. Makes me smile!!

Crazy Sister said...

Oh no! How on earth did you manage to keep a straight face til you left?

Oh that's hilarious. Just wait til she's had a year of Bacon, since he always calls it like he sees it!

T. said...

I have an idea: let's kick her ass!

miss ya, woman. How the hell you been??

Tina