Update on shots, talked with principal, a fight and the COPS....
okay, he went and got four shots, he gets more in 30 days. OUCH! I let him stay home for the rest of the day. I decided I'd ask to see if the principal had talked with teacher.
"Soccerboy, anything happen this week in school."
"I got in trouble.But that was monday." I guess I gave him a look. "I told dad though."
"What happened?" Honestly, I don't know if I want to fight the school any longer. What good does it do? I just seem to get the teacher to pick on him more.
"We were taking a test after lunch. I went to put my head on my palm and it made a loud squeak noise."
"Huh? go on."
"Well, Mike (changed name here) said I made a noise out of my ear and it bugged him. Mrs. Mean teacher (changed name here) turned to me and told me that she didn't want to hear another sound out of me until June (and the date of last day of school.)"
"Okay, well don't then." We went on with our day but it bugged me. I thought about it all night. Finally this morning I decided to talk with principal. Maybe he hadn't spoke with her yet. Or maybe he did and she was pissed. Either way, best to get it out in the open. See what principal says.
Today....I rode up to the school. Saw the principal and spoke with him, he said he talked with her during lunch on monday. I explained the newest. His comment, she's not that way. She wouldnt' single him out. You just don't know her. She never acts this way when I enter the class. I respond, she is acting this way. Of course not in your presence, what teacher is stupid enough to do that. and then I explain, I'd love to know her but she has never tried communicating with me. I reminded him of how SoccerBoy use to be, begged him to help me. All on mute ears and walked away, leaving me full of anger.
3:25- I felt something in my stomach knot. I knew it was SoccerBoy, but I he wasn't late. I knew he would be but I'd wait.
3:30 I look at the clock. Still not home, I'll give him 10 more minutes.
3:40 I yell for BalletGirl to go outback and see if she spots her brother. No sign. I call hubby. He's not home. Something is up. Call me back. I'm going to ask around I tell him. No one knows where he is. I go to another house, Yes, SoccerBoy was in a BIG fight cops are down at the school with him.
3:50 Get to the school he's been in a fight, huge, cops involved. He hangs up. He's on his way, now all I can do is sit here and wait. Hoping he isn't hurt. I wait, he calls back a few minutes later. Almost there, but I walk out front. Cop cars are coming down there street. 2 of them. Stop by the house, cops are here I tell him. Cops say it's a warning. Kids will be kids, but we should talk with the school to see if they can help. hahahahahahahahahah. Yeah we know how much that'll work.
Found out later, I was on the side of the house trying to calm down from today. A kid saw SoccerBoy, "You okay. I saw the fight. I can't believe they both jumped you." I came around and heard more, I insisted he tell me. "Well Mike and SoccerBoy were fighting and JERK (kid that kicked him that last time when he refused to ride him on pegs) came up behind him and grabbed his arms so Mike could punch him in the stomach."
"What? Why wasn't I told this?" I look towards SoccerBoy. "It's okay mom, I got to kick him in the ...... since he wouldn't let my arms go." UGH. So, I'm at wits in, I've done it all. I've been to the school, only thing is it gets him in more trouble.
Now I know there is more to ALL of this, but damned if I know how to get to the bottom of it. Or what to do.
Hubby will be going in the morning. I'll update then.
"Soccerboy, anything happen this week in school."
"I got in trouble.But that was monday." I guess I gave him a look. "I told dad though."
"What happened?" Honestly, I don't know if I want to fight the school any longer. What good does it do? I just seem to get the teacher to pick on him more.
"We were taking a test after lunch. I went to put my head on my palm and it made a loud squeak noise."
"Huh? go on."
"Well, Mike (changed name here) said I made a noise out of my ear and it bugged him. Mrs. Mean teacher (changed name here) turned to me and told me that she didn't want to hear another sound out of me until June (and the date of last day of school.)"
"Okay, well don't then." We went on with our day but it bugged me. I thought about it all night. Finally this morning I decided to talk with principal. Maybe he hadn't spoke with her yet. Or maybe he did and she was pissed. Either way, best to get it out in the open. See what principal says.
Today....I rode up to the school. Saw the principal and spoke with him, he said he talked with her during lunch on monday. I explained the newest. His comment, she's not that way. She wouldnt' single him out. You just don't know her. She never acts this way when I enter the class. I respond, she is acting this way. Of course not in your presence, what teacher is stupid enough to do that. and then I explain, I'd love to know her but she has never tried communicating with me. I reminded him of how SoccerBoy use to be, begged him to help me. All on mute ears and walked away, leaving me full of anger.
3:25- I felt something in my stomach knot. I knew it was SoccerBoy, but I he wasn't late. I knew he would be but I'd wait.
3:30 I look at the clock. Still not home, I'll give him 10 more minutes.
3:40 I yell for BalletGirl to go outback and see if she spots her brother. No sign. I call hubby. He's not home. Something is up. Call me back. I'm going to ask around I tell him. No one knows where he is. I go to another house, Yes, SoccerBoy was in a BIG fight cops are down at the school with him.
3:50 Get to the school he's been in a fight, huge, cops involved. He hangs up. He's on his way, now all I can do is sit here and wait. Hoping he isn't hurt. I wait, he calls back a few minutes later. Almost there, but I walk out front. Cop cars are coming down there street. 2 of them. Stop by the house, cops are here I tell him. Cops say it's a warning. Kids will be kids, but we should talk with the school to see if they can help. hahahahahahahahahah. Yeah we know how much that'll work.
Found out later, I was on the side of the house trying to calm down from today. A kid saw SoccerBoy, "You okay. I saw the fight. I can't believe they both jumped you." I came around and heard more, I insisted he tell me. "Well Mike and SoccerBoy were fighting and JERK (kid that kicked him that last time when he refused to ride him on pegs) came up behind him and grabbed his arms so Mike could punch him in the stomach."
"What? Why wasn't I told this?" I look towards SoccerBoy. "It's okay mom, I got to kick him in the ...... since he wouldn't let my arms go." UGH. So, I'm at wits in, I've done it all. I've been to the school, only thing is it gets him in more trouble.
Now I know there is more to ALL of this, but damned if I know how to get to the bottom of it. Or what to do.
Hubby will be going in the morning. I'll update then.