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ATF: Better
Nov. 7th, 2006 08:23 pmThanks for all the warm thoughts and encouragements, everyone. I am feeling much better.
We had a meeting with the builder and demolition/construction starts Friday. No dramatic Bobcat drive, because the builder's being careful of the foundation. The house will come down by "hand" instead. I, of course, will document.
I have been taking it easy, trying to write some Rumble Girls I'm not emabarassed to share, and getting ready to commit to fixtures and cabinets.
Girl had teacher trouble this week, a teacher confiscated a framed piece her art teacher had returned to her. The teacher held the art hostage, refusing to return it to Girl, but declaring one of her parents would fetch it instead, so that the lucky parent could be buttonholed (I would be that lucky parent) and told in front of a classroom that Girl's failed the previous six weeks.
The part that gets me is she admitted this when I asked. I returned the favor by telling her she was not to confiscate art again, and I said that (quietly) in front of the class. I'd totally credit her for being truthful (even if it was a shitty thing to do), except she changed her story when I said she wasn't to do it again. Then, it was "she could too because she's a teacher" and the framed art was a "safety issue" and that her art teacher was wrong to have given it to her.
Which made Story Number Three. She originally told Girl she confiscated it because Girl was drowsy.
The look on the teacher's face when she closed the classroom door in my face was not pleasant. The smile was definitely faltering.
I love how we're supposed to accept bullying as part of the middle school experience, but a framed piece of art is a menace. Watch out! It's matt board! Step back! It's...it's FOUR PIECES OF WOOD CUT ON A MITER AND STAPLED TOGETHER! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVES!
Today, Girl was asked by a kid who wasn't even in the class at the time why I had "bitched" at the teacher. I thought I'd heard a few mixed "Woooooo's" when I'd laid down the law.
Girl's art teacher asked her today about "an incident with another teacher."
King's complained to the district. The meeting with pictures and smelly additions still looms, and I am both dreading it and looking forward to it.
We had a meeting with the builder and demolition/construction starts Friday. No dramatic Bobcat drive, because the builder's being careful of the foundation. The house will come down by "hand" instead. I, of course, will document.
I have been taking it easy, trying to write some Rumble Girls I'm not emabarassed to share, and getting ready to commit to fixtures and cabinets.
Girl had teacher trouble this week, a teacher confiscated a framed piece her art teacher had returned to her. The teacher held the art hostage, refusing to return it to Girl, but declaring one of her parents would fetch it instead, so that the lucky parent could be buttonholed (I would be that lucky parent) and told in front of a classroom that Girl's failed the previous six weeks.
The part that gets me is she admitted this when I asked. I returned the favor by telling her she was not to confiscate art again, and I said that (quietly) in front of the class. I'd totally credit her for being truthful (even if it was a shitty thing to do), except she changed her story when I said she wasn't to do it again. Then, it was "she could too because she's a teacher" and the framed art was a "safety issue" and that her art teacher was wrong to have given it to her.
Which made Story Number Three. She originally told Girl she confiscated it because Girl was drowsy.
The look on the teacher's face when she closed the classroom door in my face was not pleasant. The smile was definitely faltering.
I love how we're supposed to accept bullying as part of the middle school experience, but a framed piece of art is a menace. Watch out! It's matt board! Step back! It's...it's FOUR PIECES OF WOOD CUT ON A MITER AND STAPLED TOGETHER! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVES!
Today, Girl was asked by a kid who wasn't even in the class at the time why I had "bitched" at the teacher. I thought I'd heard a few mixed "Woooooo's" when I'd laid down the law.
Girl's art teacher asked her today about "an incident with another teacher."
King's complained to the district. The meeting with pictures and smelly additions still looms, and I am both dreading it and looking forward to it.
