I wrote before about our scheduled visit with my 12 year old daughter’s middle school. It was intimidating. Everyone of her teacher’s was there, including an extra student teacher, the principal, and the school psychologist with just my husband and me.
It was hard. I had concerns but I couldn’t seem to get them heard. The teachers had their own ideas about what they wanted and we just kept talking past each other. When I tried to rephrase what the teachers were saying so I could understand it better, the principal yelled at me because, well, even though what I said was accurate, he felt insulted.
It was humiliating and nothing came of it. It was nice to see the teachers. They seemed genuinely concerned but, ultimately, would do nothing different.
I’ve heard stories of people in my school district struggling to get help for their children and having to bring in copies of the law or wait until their children were performing well-below grade level before getting results, but I thought they were the exception.
And that’s the end of that (and the whining here!).