Don't Call Him BABE
AND JUST LIKE THAT, I AM STARTING TO LIKE CAMDEN’S TEACHER. We are officially about what, four months into the school year and I am just now starting to see promise in this lady. I will say that I am extremely hard on all of Camden’s teachers. I want Camden to grown up and be the next Steve Jobs, and it starts now. I don’t care if school is more chill in the morning and afternoon, when I walk in the door he should be doing algebra or taking apart a computer. Not coloring on some paper and the art looks like Mr. Potato Head.
My friends and family think I have no solid reason for hating this lady. I haven’t wrote about this all school year because I can’t deal with anybody telling me that my reasons aren’t valid. I am allowed to hate whoever I want (crossing my arms and stomping to prove how serious I am). The one thing that really gets under my skin with her is that she calls Camden “babe”. WHO THE HECK IS YOUR BABE??? “Good Morning Babe”, “Did you have breakfast yet babe”, “Hey babe”….I legit want to smack her every single time! I didn’t wait 8 months of my pregnancy to come up with the name Camden for you to call him BABE! How completely unprofessional at that? Like you are his teacher and his mother is standing right in front of you, call him by his God given name, before I cut you! That is literally how upset I be. I mean the black side of my heritage really shows up. And the sad part is, I have to just turn away and leave because I haven’t mastered being the bigger person yet. So I run out the class like a complete idiot to refrain from smacking her.
I’m not even going to go into reason number two of why I don’t like her. I feel like by now you are probably reading this and laughing because you think it’s already stupid. But whatever, my feelings are valid!
So because she is an incompetent teacher she never sent any information home to tell the parents ANYTHING about the Christmas program. I’m not sure what my child should wear, how many people we can invite, how long it last, if the kids are staying at school or need to be picked up, if they have to come back what time is that, etc. So because of the great childcare provider I once was, I know all the questions to ask. And I couldn’t wait to ask them. I came in there on a mission, “let her say anything out of the way, and on this day I’m going to call her babe!”
Don’t you know when you are ready to light into someone? You got yourself all gassed up. You ready! Been in the mirror all morning practicing the faces that go along with you cool slick phrases. Well that was me. I was ready. Laced up my boots and walked in the classroom on a mission……
Then she drops the bomb that would make the most hoodrat mother weak, “Ms. Avery you will want to put him in his Sunday’s best because he has a special part in the program”. Everything went to lollipops and sunflowers. I was too excited that my baby was the chosen one. I kissed him on the cheek and said “bye babe!”
HAVE YOU EVER DISLIKED ONE OF YOUR KIDS TEACHER? HAD A HARD TIME GETTING ALONG OR THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING THEY COULD HAVE DONE BETTER? Leave a comment below. We (me and Darin) would love to hear what you have to say!
My friends and family think I have no solid reason for hating this lady. I haven’t wrote about this all school year because I can’t deal with anybody telling me that my reasons aren’t valid. I am allowed to hate whoever I want (crossing my arms and stomping to prove how serious I am). The one thing that really gets under my skin with her is that she calls Camden “babe”. WHO THE HECK IS YOUR BABE??? “Good Morning Babe”, “Did you have breakfast yet babe”, “Hey babe”….I legit want to smack her every single time! I didn’t wait 8 months of my pregnancy to come up with the name Camden for you to call him BABE! How completely unprofessional at that? Like you are his teacher and his mother is standing right in front of you, call him by his God given name, before I cut you! That is literally how upset I be. I mean the black side of my heritage really shows up. And the sad part is, I have to just turn away and leave because I haven’t mastered being the bigger person yet. So I run out the class like a complete idiot to refrain from smacking her.
I’m not even going to go into reason number two of why I don’t like her. I feel like by now you are probably reading this and laughing because you think it’s already stupid. But whatever, my feelings are valid!
So because she is an incompetent teacher she never sent any information home to tell the parents ANYTHING about the Christmas program. I’m not sure what my child should wear, how many people we can invite, how long it last, if the kids are staying at school or need to be picked up, if they have to come back what time is that, etc. So because of the great childcare provider I once was, I know all the questions to ask. And I couldn’t wait to ask them. I came in there on a mission, “let her say anything out of the way, and on this day I’m going to call her babe!”
Don’t you know when you are ready to light into someone? You got yourself all gassed up. You ready! Been in the mirror all morning practicing the faces that go along with you cool slick phrases. Well that was me. I was ready. Laced up my boots and walked in the classroom on a mission……
Then she drops the bomb that would make the most hoodrat mother weak, “Ms. Avery you will want to put him in his Sunday’s best because he has a special part in the program”. Everything went to lollipops and sunflowers. I was too excited that my baby was the chosen one. I kissed him on the cheek and said “bye babe!”
HAVE YOU EVER DISLIKED ONE OF YOUR KIDS TEACHER? HAD A HARD TIME GETTING ALONG OR THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING THEY COULD HAVE DONE BETTER? Leave a comment below. We (me and Darin) would love to hear what you have to say!