This Crazy Job on a Monday

[amielou31]

It's definitely Monday. And it's a Monday Monday. The kind of Monday that people wrote all those Monday songs about

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[sefkhet]

I am proud to say that my parents were never helicopter parents. They read my report cards and they talked to my teachers at parent-teacher conferences and at school concerts and they helped me with my homework if I asked for help. (And, in my day, "helping" meant listening to my reading and hearing my spelling words and pointing me at the books they thought would help and getting the macaroni down from the shelf. It did not mean doing my homework for me. Don't get me started.) They knew that I was the sort of geekish child who actually enjoyed school, they knew that I saw enough of them at home and didn't need them insinuating them into the part of my life that had nothing to do with them, and their idea of actively getting involved in my schoolwork was to ask if I had remembered to put my homework in my bag. Because, while I was the sort of geekish child who enjoyed school, I was also the sort of child who forgot everything. My equivalent-to-first-grade teacher called me an absent-minded professor. When I got to college, they knew

[zandras_court]

Crap that is so annoying. This is why I taught in a museum. Between parents and adminstrators, it didn't take much student teaching to convince me that the classroom was not for me. And you are so mature to not have written a totally snarky-ass reply, which is what I would have done.