Ahhh ... some good rest and Brian's return brings me back to center. We went to the movies today - our date thing. We saw "Little Miss Sunshine". I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants. It is one of the best movies I have seen in a long time. Very funny stuff.
Olive, the little girl is exactly what I am talking about with kids. It was the perfect movie for where my head is with regards to Brian. Friday morning I wrote an email to the school superintendent and tried to show as much restraint as possible for a redhead. She emailed back the forms to pull Brian from his current 6th grade class and have him placed in another one.
My x husband is funny. He was calm Thursday night, but when he awoke on Friday he himself was pissed and went to see the principal on his own. He set a meeting for Thursday at 2:30 to discuss Brian.
After school on Friday Brian came to the office to help get out the monthly newsletter. While sitting and folding I began to ask him about his class this year. He went on to say how great the part-time teacher is and how much he likes a new friend in class. I remind him the part-time teacher is leaving in January and he would have Ms (the teacher I have issues with) ______ full-time. He looks up at me and makes a face. I prod, "What's wrong with her? It's ok, you know I always want to hear what you are thinking...” "She's not very nice and makes me feel dumb", Brian responds. You should have seen how quickly my x husband rises from his desk.
"You are the smartest kid I know" he yells as he comes out of his office. "I know" Brian grins. I tell Brian we can take him out of her class, but it is up to him. I advise he shouldn't stay for the friend. He needs to be where he is comfortable enough to learn. "I don't want to be in her class," he says. "Then your dad and I will take care of it" I respond. My x puts his hands on Brian's head, "We love you". Yes, that is my x, and he does love his son in his own way.
So now I will be filling out forms to pull Brian this weekend. Many parents are afraid to do this. I am never afraid to be the first to do anything. Nothing ever changes unless you take a stand. I want to send a clear message to this teacher that we see who she really is. The district may never do anything about her, but they will know what she is all about.
Now it is the weekend and sounds of boys running in and out the front door occupy my evening. The screen door regularly bangs shut like the beat of a kettle drum. They are eating me out of house and home. Occasionally they stop long enough to show me their latest cuts and bruises. How could someone not love teaching boys? The way they squirm, twist, and push their chins up like they are tough before they run into another room while creating some odd sound. I think I am in heaven.
In the words of Dwayne (Little Miss Sunshine): "You know what? Fuc* beauty contests. Life is one fuc*ing beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work... Fuc* that. And fuc* the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuc* the rest".
Amen.
Until Next time-
C
