Pencils were flying everywhere. Bad words were pouring out of children’s mouths. What planet am I living on again? I remember a time when kids had respect for adults and themselves.
Some parents in this generation are really failing their children. I told Harley I was going to tell his mother how he kept interrupting during reading class today.
(It’s necessary to mention that these kids are in fourth grade, and they can’t read or write; it’s saddening. Parents put the electronics down and pick up a book! Your children will become slaves without knowledge.)
Anyways, that bad kid looked up at me without a care in the world and said, “Tell the bitch!”
I was in shock!
The only thing I could do was stare up at the clock and count down the last sixty seconds until school was over.
When the bell rang, Harley threw his backpack over his shoulder and ran out to the carpool line, where his mother was waiting. Trying not to spill my coffee, I quickly hurried to the passenger side, and I signaled for her to roll down the window; she eventually did.
I said politely but with urgency, “Good afternoon Ma’am, your son was very disruptive in class earlier. Do you have a moment to come inside and speak with me?”
Harley’s mother looked me dead in the face and rolled up her window, while flicking me off. Harley bursted into laughter. I could tell that he knew what the middle finger meant.
I wasn’t going to be a doormat any longer, so I threw my coffee cup at her beat down car, and I screamed loud enough for all of the other parents, students, and teachers to hear, “Your son can’t read words, but he sure can read your bitchy behavior!”
And, that’s how I got fired during my first month as an elementary school teacher…