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a report on yesterday, a typical Monday at school:
I get to work, turn on the heat, fire up the computers, get the room ready, and check my inbox. There are messages from 4 parents with questions. I answer them.
Two more parents are waiting outside when I head for the office. They go with me, and I answer their questions on the way.
One more calls me 20 minutes after school starts, and I take the call.
After school I dismiss the kids and check my email. I have mail from 3 parents with questions that I begin to answer. The door bursts open, and in comes the teacher next door, delivering one of my students to me for "disrespecting" her on the playground. I listen carefully, ask the boy a few questions, and ask him to wait outside. Privately, I explain to the teacher that his refusal to make eye contact when she spoke to him is a cultural thing, not a message of disrespect. I tell her what a sensitive boy he is, and give her some background. I see the lightbulb come on, and we bring the boy back in. I gently ask him to explain to her that he didn't mean any disrespect, and stand with him, hand on his shoulder while he does. She sees that his eyes are directed at her feet, and she hears the hesitancy and fear in his voice, and relents. Her voice softens, as well.
Just as I usher them out, in comes another student. His parents sent him back for his "missing" assignments that he keeps "losing" and "forgetting." I've had an email conversation going with mom during the day about it. This boy lives down the street and walks home; he's already been home and back. I sit down with him and the list of missing assignments, and we start going over them one by one, making sure he has everything he needs. In the middle of this his dad bursts in, having run over from home to make sure that he is getting everything. We are now a group of 3, discussing how to stay organized and prioritizing his life until he catches everything up. Just as we get done, the door opens again and his mom, just out of a conference for his sister and on her way to night school, joins us. The parents stand side by side, look down at him, and lay down the law, marching him out to get to work.
I head back to my computer to finish the inbox, and there is a new message from the first boy's mom, wanting to know what the after school incident was about, and what she needs to do to follow up on it. I explain it to her.
Finally, I lock the door, decide not to check my email again, and know that the office staff has gone home so no more phone calls will be forwarded. As I roll up my sleeves, I contemplate the power of good parent/teacher relations. I've got a whole class of parents who do not hesitate to approach me with questions and concerns, as I do not hesitate to approach them. Together, we are creating the best experience for their kids possible with the resources we have to work with.
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