Report Card Rage

It is report card day.  I handed out the first report cards that this set of Kindergarten children has ever received.  I made no new discoveries about these children.  It was simply a record of what I had observed as a teacher over the first three months of school.  Nothing I wrote would be shocking news to any parent.  They, of course, know their children far better than me.

So I was a bit surprised when I was called for a phone call 15 minutes after dismissal.  When I walked into the office, I joked that it must me a report card complaint.  The secretary looked at me seriously and said ‘Yes, it is.’  I took a deep breath and answered the call with a sing-song, “Hi.  Martha speaking!”

Blasted.  That’s what I would call it.  This parent blasted me from word one.  She was angry and she was in reaction mode.  I knew that she couldn’t have had time to read the whole paper, but she had been quick to make the call in the heat of her rage.

As it turned out, it was simply a misunderstanding and it was easily corrected with my sunshine-and-smiley-face explanation.  I heard her out, stated my points, let her rant a while longer, restated my points and heard her out again.  By the end, she was eating out of my hand, apologizing for making a big deal out of nothing.  We said good-bye as if we were the best of friends and the event was over.

Except it is not over.  Now I’m pissed.

I spend my life creating fun, enriching activities for these children who I truly love.  I share in their victories and let them know how much I believe in them.  I spend time each day writing and answering parent emails and trying really hard to keep the communication link open between me and the parents.  I spend hours writing these frickin’ reports, agonizing over the wording, trying to come up with the most gentle way to say something difficult.

And yet here is a parent who is so quick to forget all that I have done for her and her child.  It amazes me how quickly she was able to forget the good things that have happened so far this year.  How quickly I went from capable and caring to evil doer in her eyes.  She showed me no respect by going into a rant.  Now I have her flagged as a ‘person of concern’.  I will forever be wary of her.

It takes so long to build up a relationship of trust and caring – yet it can all come to a halt in the course of one phone call.  My promise to myself today is to sleep on a concern for at least a day before I light into someone and place blame.  Some of these bridges cannot be rebuilt.

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2 thoughts on “Report Card Rage”

  1. Way to go, Martha. Get pissed! Your work is as important as you think. Unfortunately, some people are dumber than you think. There’s obviously way more going on at that kid’s house than you can deal with in your few hours a day. Keep up the good work, and don’t forget Dad’s ancient advice: “Nil illegitimi carborundum.” Don’t let the bastards grind you down.

    1. Thanks for the reminder of Dad’s Latin lessons. It sure applies here. Luckily this little blog o’ mine helps me blow off some steam. I’m not really that pissed – and I love my job enough to roll with the fools.

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