Late Post from early school

So, today was an eventful day. Not only did I get the van cleaned, but I also made it to the Hutto court house before they hauled me away to the slammer.



A couple weeks back (when Sebi started Kindergarten) I had some words to speak with his principal. I wouldn't bore you with the details, but you are all obviously intrigued at this point...



Dropping my son off on his first day of school was emotional, to say the least. I knew this day was coming, but GEEZ. it hit hard. I know he has been in "school" for the last two years, but this is different. Shoreline was like family. This is public school. And they don't let you walk your child in (???!*) Obviously, I am still dealing with that.



Pick-up time could not come fast enough, and believe you me that I was one of the first parents outside of the school waiting to embrace my beloved. And there I stood. w.a.i.t.i.n.g.

Aaaaahhhh! Here come the kids!

Not mine, though.

Aaaaaaahhhh! there is his teacher!

Not with my child, though. Hmmmmm......



Teacher is a good twelve feet away from the front door with her back turned to the school. Chatting it up with another teacher and no kids in tow. I'm watching this. *breathe, Becky. They have afterschool assignments. There is another teacher in charge of your child.*



waiting.



waiting.



waiting.



And then off wanders my first born out of the school, unattended, turning his head left and right as if not knowing where to go. Then he settles on sitting on a bench just outside the doorway.



Teacher is still chatting it up with other teacher. Back still turned to the front of the school. So I hightail it up to my little guy.



"hey, Sebi! How was your first day!"

"um..good"

"Sebi, who are you supposed to be with right now?"

blank stare.

"Sebi, who is supposed to be watching you right now? Aren't you supposed to be with a teacher?"

"ummm... yeah. There is my teacher (pointing at teacher with back turned to my child and still chatting it up with another teacher)"

"yes, baby. That is your teacher, but who are you supposed to be with right NOW. Who is supposed to be watching you right NOW. You came out by yourself."

"my teacher."



At this point, teacher notices me and walks over, still talking to other teacher and as if an aside says, "I see you."

Basically she is telling me, "I see that you are here with your child, you can take him home. "



Did ya see me before this? Or my child on his own? So I casually ask, "is this typical that my son is going to be on his own after school?"

Wait. For. The. Response. '

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"Oh, he was with me."



I don't like confrontation, but mama bear is about to go all kung-foo panda.

"No. You weren't with him. I got here very early. I saw you come out of the school. I saw you talking with another faculty member. I saw my son walk out of the school on his own. He has not been with you.



"Well, he must have walked back in."



A. If he did walk back in (which is a lie, since I was there before any child was outside and I never saw him outside to make it possible for him to walk back INside), but IF he did...why were you not aware of that??

B. I just want to reiterate the point of why this teacher did not know the whereabouts of my child regardless of whether he "walked back in" or not.



Then she stoops down to my son (who is holding a sticker in his hand) and says, "Sebastian, did you go back into the school?? Oh, you went back in to get that sticker didn't you?" DO. NOT. PUT. WORDS. IN. MY. CHILD'S. MOUTH.



At this point, the other teacher that she has been chatting with all of this time chimes in and says, "what happened? Did he go back into the school?"

Wait.For.The.Response.
whileItakeashotof tequila.



"Well, that's what she's saying." As if I am lying.



I asked Sebi to say goodbye, I said good day, and we left....before the desire to slap her silly overtook me.

I. Was. Livid.

We got home and Sebi seemed happy. He seemed to have a good day and I was trying to keep my emotions in check. I talked with Sebastian about it and he wanted to go and meet with the principal. I was against that (again, don't like the confrontation), but he insisted. He wanted Sebi out of her class and with another teacher.





We met with the vice principal, expressed our concerns, and the principal called me the next day to set up a meeting with the teacher. At the meeting, I did all I could to not make this teacher feel attacked. Believe me. I just wanted to express that I was a little underimpressed that on day ONE of school, there was such lack of protection for my child's care. If that was day ONE, what can I expect on day 45? At this point, she is crying I feel horrible. Safety is a big issue with this principal. That is why she insisted on me sitting down and meeting with this teacher. They lost a child the year before. Literally. lost a child. He was found two streets over. So, not just big deal to me- Big deal to principal.



I'm feeling really bad now, because this lady is *really* crying. And then she says.



Wait. For. It.
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"I just turned my back for a second."



NO. You did not. You never had my son with you. You are lying.


my son has moved to another teacher. This is fine and well with me.