So I’m at the office taking it easy and the phone rings. I answer and it’s Walter’s teacher. Let’s call her Miss H. She says, “Hello this is your son’s teacher.” I say hello and thank her for calling. She then tells me the reason she hasn’t called sooner is she doesn’t like using her cell phone. We sit on the phone silently for about 20 seconds before she speaks again because I couldn’t bring myself to respond to such a stupid statement. When she finally figures out I don’t give a fuck she is on her cell phone she tells me how awesome Walter is. I heartily agree and ask her to back off the criticism of his homework and give more positive reinforcement. I also advise her saying “so and so does it” is irrelevant and not helpful to Walter. She tells me, “He can do better!” I say no shit he can, I know he can but right now we’ve got bigger fish to fry. I pretty much demanded she meet with us and the principal after school. She really didn’t want to. I eventually even had to raise my voice at her. I believe the quote was “GOD DAMN IT YOU JUST DON’T FRIGGIN GET IT DO YOU?!?!?”
This teacher seems to think without his focus on her fucking homework pack the boy is doomed. Her homework packs are going to make him hate school if she doesn’t ease off. I know this is very un-dudelike, but I’m going to piss on her rug man.