Avatar: The Last Airbender, Your Mother's a Liar, and I Don't Have A Pencil

Instead of making lunches and getting clothes ready for the next day, I am sitting in front of my laptop blogging about some things I've been dying to get off my chest.  I don't even know where to begin.  Hmmmm...let's see.

Last week my partner teacher and I were called into the principal's office to conference with a parent.  When I walk into the office, the parent is already there and she does not look pleased.  It was still early in the morning and although I was physically awake, mentally I was still in my bed.  So of course, I was oblivious to the body language and shade that was being thrown my way.  We begin the meeting by discussing the child's progress in my class.  While all of this is taking place, I'm looking across the table at my partner teacher still trying to figure out why this impromptu meeting was so imperative.  

Finally, we get to the real issue at hand.  The principal informed me that the parent was there to address a concern.  Apparently, I called her a liar in front of her son.  I said it to my partner teacher in the hallway.  It happened on two occasions and the best part was I had absolutely no idea what this parent was talking about!  Well...perhaps the best part was when the parent "got her Shaneeqwa on" by crossing her legs and looking at me like she wanted to fight.  Inside I was laughing hysterically, on the outside my face continued to say, "WTF is going on here?!?!?!"

Since it was evident that my partner teacher and I had no idea what they were talking about, the principal called the child in.  He walks into the office and welcomes us with his personal air freshener (smelling like a #1 sandwich at the deli...EXTRA ONIONS!)!  I was so distracted by the odor and burning and watering of my eyes, that I could barely continue the conference!  The principal proceeds to ask this young man about what I said and he burst into tears.  Then he decides to hide behind his mom and refused to tell the story.  I don't know about anyone else, but it seems that someone is telling a story.  

The crazy part of the story is his mother "got her Shaneeqwa on" for about 5-10 minutes.  Before I knew it, she was thanking me for being so patient with her son and for all the hard work I do to ensure his success.  At this point, I'm looking at her and saying to myself, "Is she for real?!?!?! Or am I in some alternate universe?"  I'm still trying to figure out what that conference was about.