When we first started doing foster care and had a house full of teenagers, we made it a point to be a visible presence at their respective high schools and made sure teachers knew who we were. In fact, Mama was a teacher at the girls' high school for a while (actually how we met the girls) We attended open houses and I gave all the teachers my business card. We wanted to support the girls--and, because we knew our girls, wanted to support the teachers. Call us anytime!
"A" is an avid reader. She always had a book with her and could literally devour a Harry Potter in a weekend.
This is a good thing, you're thinking.
Wow, a kid who likes to read.
It is fabulous.....
When her math teacher called me at work to tell me that A was reading her novel during class.
Had she already completed her work and was using her time wisely?
She was reading her novel DURING class. As in, while the teacher was teaching.
"Did you tell her to put it down?" I asked.
"Well, I told her it was inappropriate, and she put it down," her teacher said. "But then I noticed that she started reading again."
"Did you take the book away from her?" I asked.
"Well, NO, I couldn't do that," was the teacher's incredulous reply.
"And, what is it you think I can do?" I asked.
I don't know who I was more annoyed with. A for reading during class.
Or the teacher for being so rediculoulsy inept.