The teaching profession would be a hell of a lot easier without the involvement of parents. And students too, but that's wishful thinking, no?
The annual corralling of parents into your classroom for conferences can be a bit overwhelming at first. You never know if they are going to nod their heads in agreement with you or coming in with fists swinging and attitude spewing. It's a necessity of the job, though, and one you just have to suck it up and deal with.
I look back at the times my own parents attended nights such as these. I wonder what my teachers were thinking when they entered the room. Did they sigh in relief? "Oh, this kid's parents. This will be easy." Or did they roll their eyes and have their blood pressure increase? "Dear god. If I have to deal with this kid's BS for one. More. Minute...."
That's the issue with being a teacher- you are constantly thinking about how the ones you had growing up thought of you. Now, I know I was an obnoxious student: My hand was perpetually in the air even if I did not know the answer, I tattled on e-ver-y-one and I cried often.
I also faked sick at least once a week to go home early (not because I was sick, but because daytime television rocks). I'm sure my teachers were relieved to see me leave so they would not have to deal with me. In short- I was a baby and a suck-up.
I suppose it is because of my past actions that I usually have a class populated by kids that fit this mold. Karma's a bitch, man.
So...tonight my students' parents will arrive inquiring about their little ones and either praising my work or shuttin' me dowwwwwn. In any case, bring it. Either way, the evening will end with a plate full of nachos.
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