It has been a whirlwind week at my house. My daughter started kindergarten on Tuesday and what should have been a tear filled, exciting day turned into a big old battle with The Man. For her very first teacher, my kid ended up with Mrs. McNasty.
It’s a long story, but needless to say Mrs. McNasty messed with the wrong Mom. Manly Man Husband and I marched our asses straight to the Principal’s office and had a showdown. What followed was hours of phone calls that lead straight to the top of educational food chain to pull my kid away from that craptastic teacher.
Here’s why I went mental. My kid is bright, curious and full of spunk and one lousy teacher can take all of that away quickly. I had horrendous teachers in my early school years, and until I hit college, there was absolutely no joy in learning. School was a loathsome task and one that I feared every morning. So to have Mrs. McNasty at the age of 5, her introduction to real school, was just not going to fly.
When my daughter came home that afternoon and said she was afraid to ask to use the bathroom, I knew for certain that we had done the right thing by intervening immediately.
Here’s my admittedly tenuous beauty connection. Imagine my shock when I ended up in esthy school, learning chemistry, biology and anatomy (subjects I ran from throughout my school years) and found that not only did I enjoy learning them, I was pretty damn good at them. If I did not have a fear of school, who knows what I could have achieved.
That, and I expect a case of stress-induced acne to explode any day now.
Love to hear what the issues were – I’m getting an antsy feeling in my stomach about my daughter’s teacher and she sound similar to yours. Her only comment about the first day was that she got in trouble a few times for talking. I’m not advocating speaking while the teacher is trying to teach, but surely there should have been something more interesting going on.
It was actually a run-in that I had with the teacher–basically the bus was 45 mins late, so she arrived to school really late. The teacher had started class already and gave us a LOT of crap about her being tardy, refused to listen that the bus was late, then blamed us for the bus being late, said some other rude things to us and then kicked us out talking about it being “HER classroom” and all this other shit. In front of the kids, btw.
It was infuriating, I had a ton of questions since the school can’t be bothered explaining anything to the parents (I have heard a lot of “I don’t know” and “that’s not my job” this week) and I needed to briefly discuss the bathroom situation with her since my kid had a UTI last week. I was told to come back after school to discuss anything (hello, we both work). There were other parents in other rooms helping their kids settle in-and I was not going to be told what to do with my own child by this woman. The principal was angry too and that’s why we were able to get her out of there so quickly.
I was livid about my kid being too afraid to ask to go to the bathroom, esp since we had just cleared up a UTI. Was it extreme misbehavior on the part of the teacher? Not entirely. But I was not up for tolerating that on the first day–it basically set the tone that if my kid was having a problem in that class, there would be no room for discussion about it. She showed no flexibility, no understanding and no compassion, and that’s not an environment that my kid can thrive in.
And, yeah, I was also told by my kid that she was yelled at the first day b/c some other girl pulled her into a line that was forming. The kid that did the pulling did not get yelled at, but my kid did. Buh-bye McNasty.
You go, girl! I see your point – if your kid has a terrible kindergarten experience, the very foundation of her educational future, who knows what kinds of long-term effects it could have on her long-term mentality, motivation and dedication to her education.
To bring it home to the beauty world – I can’t imagine how many people could be amazing cosmetologists, hair designers, makeup artists, nail techs, and so on if they didn’t just hate, hate, hate the idea of spending more time in school to go to cosmetology school. Thanks a lot to the Mrs. McNasties of the world.
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