It has to have something to do with the folks who are drawn to teach high school. The elementary school teachers our family has encountered have been wonderful. The middle school teachers as well. And now that we’ve gotten through a semester of college, it seems that the only ones with the problems are that dag burned senior high bunch. Somewhere around 9th or 10th grade, the people leading my children in their classrooms change. It happened with DJ, and now it is happening to Stephanie. Poor souls.
These people are apparently, “trying to kill” my kids.
I’m not clear on the method, but upon entering high school, almost daily, and for nearly four years without ceasing, a child at my dinner table informs me that at least one, and often more, of their teachers, are “TRYING TO KILL” them.
I am dismayed to discover that not only are they trying to get rid of my children, but they are also doing the same to EVERY other kid at their school. This is a cruel group of adults.
“EVERYONE IS FLUNKING MATH,” I am told when my child confesses to a less than worthy grade.
School administrators should really do something about that.
“Is Ashley flunking too?” I inquire.
“Dad, SHE’S a genius! But EVERYONE else is FLUNKING! I know I only got a 73 on the test, but Ann Marie got a 62!”
“I’m so proud. You weren’t the very worst.”
“Oh, and EVERY girl in that class has a tutor.”
“Mmm. Well I saw Grace’s mom the other day, and she didn’t mention a tutor.”
“Well, I’m not sure about Grace, but EVERYONE else does.”
“I DON’T KNOW ABOUT SARAH!! But Lilly does.”
“So how many girls are in the class?”
“So out of 18, you are firmly aware that one has a tutor? That is like 5%.”
“I’m sure there are more.”
The other day I discovered that another teacher had given an exam and had not covered any of the concepts that were on the test prior to.
“Dad, I didn’t do very well on my math test.”
“Because she tested us on material that she had NEVER covered in class.”
“She didn’t cover any of it?
“Well, she should be fired.”
A friend told me his son got a B in PE. Not unheard of, but this high school boy is one of the strongest athletes at the school. When my friend asked his son how in the heck he managed to not ace physical education, his son informed him that the teacher was making them write down the rules of volleyball for a grade.
“Don’t you know the rules of volleyball?” his dad inquired.
“Yes I do. But dad, you aren’t supposed to WRITE in PE! So I didn’t so the assignment.”
My friend then informed his son that if he ever got a B in PE again, his life would radically change. He son questioned what that meant. My friend simply said, “Get that B, and you’ll find out.”
I am sometimes amazed at at what my children will do to lengthen a writing assignment. Apparently you can go into a Word document and increase the font size of your periods. On a five page paper, that adds about four 52 characters. They only have to stoop to these elongating tricks because their teachers assign unreasonably long papers.
When DJ was a sophomore, I was so concerned at the ineptness of one of these instructors that I set a meeting to confront her unprofessional behavior. It was interesting that she saw things differently than my daughter. I was a bit embarrassed. Now, I do a little more investigating before zinging off a terse email to our school’s headmaster about the lack of intellectual prowess of her staff.
I am a lucky dad. I have three very smart and capable kids who do very well in school. Thank goodness, considering the teachers.