I used to have a great sense of humor. Some people think I still do. I often think I still do. But I don't find this particular "joke" funny ... at all. I can understand when friends who don't have children think it's funny. I sort-of understand it when friends with "perfect" children think it's funny. I do not, will not, can NEVER understand how a mother who has fought, as I have fought, as so many of us have fought, desperately, frantically, for our children; with school personnel who either didn't care or didn't understand or didn't care to understand - how do these parents find this joke funny? How do they think it's funny when we keep our children home because we cannot force our quivering, crying, anxious children to go to school on a day when they are SO stressed that they can't get out of bed? How can they think it's funny, when we have spent hours trying to work with our children on homework that our children don't understand, can't complete, and haven't been properly prepared to handle? What is really funny about having teachers who are so awful that it is preferable to disrupt a child's school year, pull the child away from friends and a routine that is SO important, and start all over again? And where is the prompt for reporting a school that refuses to follow the law, follow an IEP, and provide a free appropriate education for a child?
What about providing a school environment where students feel safe, nurtured, cared for? What about a school where the students don't feel like they can't handle being in school, and parents don't have to keep them out in order to preserve their mental health? How about homework assignments that are reasonable - that are within the abilities of the students, and that are challenging without being overwhelming and disabling? Wouldn't it be something, if the schools thought it was a good thing for teachers to be mentors and guides for students, instead of jailers and disciplinarians? And imagine this ... what if the schools worked with families, instead of always assuming that families - from parents to kids - were the enemy. Really, if everyone is the enemy, what exactly, do the teachers think their jobs are?
And then, they tell us, the parents, that we are supposed to trust them, and that we're a "team." Right.
Happily, my son is not in a public school. His homeroom teacher is a fierce advocate for "her" children. I am SO grateful for her.
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