School started a week ago.
Guess what?
My son has been listed as "absent" the whole time he's been in school.
*sigh*
I had to go up there yesterday to pay a couple of fees and I was dang near attacked at the front door.
Where has your son been? Is he ill? Have you been on vacation? Did ya'll move??WTF?
No, we have not moved. No, we have not been on vacation. No, he is not ill. What in baby Jesus' name are you talking about.
It all boils down to someone giving us the wrong information about his homeroom class. He's been attending the wrong one since school started.
Now, most folks would think if a teacher has an extra kid in her class for a straight week that they'd have to wonder....hmmmm what's this extra kid doing in my class??? why isn't he on the roll??? and maybe go on up to the principal's office to, you know, figure things out. And most folks would think that might just occur on the first day that said extra child is in her classroom. ***Strike one.***
Wellllll, that didn't happen.
Another thing. Kids are allowed 3 absences for the whole year. THREE. After they marked my son absent for 4 straight days, you'd think they'd call me to see what's up, wouldn't you? ***Strike Two***
The attendance clerk said she'd take care of the whole thing. Then she sent me to go "fetch" my son out of his wrong homeroom and take him to meet his new homeroom teacher. Me. The parent. Not her. ***Strike Three***
I went to "fetch" my son and the smart teacher told me that I couldn't get him out of class until 8:35 because the kids were very busy at the time. ***Strike Four*** This is my ballgame. Gahhhhhhhhh.
I told her that he wasn't even on her roll and I needed to get him to the correct homeroom class. She looked at me and said "8:35, ma'am". My blood was starting to boil, but I didn't lose my cool. I marched back up to the office and told the admissions clerk what the teacher had said. She said "I'll call her and you go back down there and get your son".
Weh heh helll. Lemme tell You! That didn't happen the way she wanted it to. I told her to go get my son and bring him to the office. I told the receptionist to get the principal for me. I'd had enough of this runaround mess. The principal came in and we talked and got things settled...or so I thought.
I finally got my son to the right homeroom class. She's a very sweet lady who informed me that my son had also missed her math classes too and "why hadn't he shown up for any of her math classes if he was really at school"?
I lost it. Completely. To infinity.
And beyond.
I informed her that I was taking over. She looked at me like I was mad. Crazy mad. Not aggrevated mad. I was that too.
I told her since no one knew what was going on with my child, I was taking over decisions about his education and that would include what classes he would be in and who his teachers were.
She said I couldn't do that. Watch me, I said.
Ever seen one of those little designer dogs that nip at your heels when you walk? Ankle biters. Yeah, that very sweet lady reminded me of one of those when she followed me back to the office.
Mizzzz Madnezzzz, you cain't do that. Mizzz Madnezzz, you cain't take over the whole schoollllll. Mizzz Madnezzz, the principal's gonna get herself worked up over this! Mizzz Madnezzzz, why are you so madddd? Mizzzz Madnezzzz! You cayhayhayhaint do that!
When I got back to the office, everyone knew I was on the warpath. I looked at the receptionist and told her I was going in the principal's office. She didn't move an inch. Just sat there staring at me all wild-eyed. The admissions clerk stepped out of the way to let me by. (Smart woman. I may like her later. I'm still debating about it.) Mizzz Ankle Biter was right behind me. I turned and told her to go sit down in the waiting area and I'd be with her in a minute.
I didn't bother knocking on the principal's door because, like I said, I was taking over. I told the principal (very sweet and totally unorganized) what Mizzz Ankle Biter said about my son missing her math classes and she just rolled her eyes. She said they had really screwed things up.
I told her I was taking over decisions regarding my son's education. I told her he would be in Very Sweet Mizzz Ankle Biter's homeroom class for 35 minutes each morning except Wednesday. On Wednesday, he would be in Original Crazy Teacher's homeroom class because I need some laughs at this point and because Wednesday is early release day. Everyone's homeroom is switched up on that day. I'll play along with that.
Also, he will be in Mrs. M's language arts class and Mrs. I's math class. End of story. If he is ever marked absent by ANY teacher, I am to be notified immediately. Do not even attempt to tell me different. I will go stupid on you. I swear.
She agreed.
Yes she did.
She said she would place him wherever I wished. She took full responsibility for everything.
I came back out to the waiting area and told very sweet Mizzz Ankle Biter that Son will be in her homeroom class everyday except Wednesday.
Just guess what she said? G'head. Guess!
Yep. She said she'd just mark him absent on Wednesdays. Then she said after she'd marked him absent 3 times, he would be suspended from school.
I laughed my ass off. The principal heard the whole thing. She laughed too. Mizz Ankle Biter asked me why I was laughing because this was a serious issue.
I told her she'd already marked my son absent for a week and no one could find him to suspend him because no one knew whose class he was in.
Then she laughed. I don't think she's a real ankle biter. I think she will be a fine homeroom teacher considering all they do in homeroom is listen to morning announcements and read magazines and comic books.
Yep, she'll be just fine.
I cannot wait to see what happens next.
Bring on the rain. I'm thirsty anyway.
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