The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher

Welcome to The Daley Laugh! Have you ever sat in class and watched a classmate do something so insane that you couldn't help but laugh? This blog gives me, the teacher, an opportunity to laugh without losing my job or breaking the child's spirit. Be advised all names have been changed to protect the guilty. Hope you enjoy my blog and laugh as much as I do.

Monday, January 17, 2011

I Was Willing To Lose My Job

I was going through my posts today and realized that I am starting to post more often about the parents of the children.  The best thing is I have also realized that the apple does not fall far from the tree.  When I want to know why the child is psychotic or not from this planet, I think about the parent and then I understand why.  Today's post is not about one of the kids, it's about one of the parents.  Lucky for me, this child is not in my class.  I don't think I would be able to deal with this parent. 
Before we dismissed our kids on Friday, the principal announced for the teachers to make sure we escort the students out to the curb because they were throwing snowballs.  Of course she didn't want any innocent bystanders (parents or little ones) to get hit with a snowball.  I came downstairs and ran into Little Anthony's dad (from "It's Not That Serious").  Little Anthony was lagging behind and his dad wanted to know what was taking him so long.  While waiting for his son, Little Anthony's dad was talking to another parent.  Upon looking at this parent I could tell he had some type of mental imbalance (we're going to call him Mr. Abbot).  Mr. Abbot was hanging all over Little Anthony's dad and cracking corny jokes.  Each time Mr. Abbot opened his mouth, more stupidity continued to flow from it. 

Then Mr. Abbot really lost his mind and said, "YUK! YUK (that was his stupid laugh)!  The principal don't want the kids throwing snowballs.  I should throw a snowball at her."  Then Mr. Abbot picked up his finger, pointed and laughed at me.  I looked around for a bit to see if there was someone else standing close by.  Then I realized he was pointing at me!  I looked at Mr. Abbot, smiled and said, "YUK! YUK! Do that and today I will forget that I work here and lose my job."  I guess Mr. Abbot noticed the look on my face and said, "Oh, I was just playing! I wouldn't do that!"  Then I responded by saying, "I'm not playing."

Normally, I am very diplomatic and professional.  I'm beginning to think that I have spent entirely too much time in the classroom and am tired.  I never would have responded this way.  However, that was the only way for Mr. Abbot to understand that I was not playing.

1 comment:

  1. I certainly give you props for being a teacher. I am sure that it is just as difficult to deal with the parents as well as the students.

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