That's right. I'm the 50ish little chubby woman that greets your children with a smile in her eyes every morning when they enter school. I make sure my smile reaches way up to my eyes especially for the little ones who look like they're neglected, who have been to 6 other schools this past year. Whose clothes are filthy and hair is a mess when they walk in to school. The ones who look hungry. I love my job. I love all children, my own and everybody elses. Now don't get me wrong, sometimes these little goobers tick me off. But it is hard to do, and I am easy to let it go. I just have some things I want to say to you parents......
People. Really... are you going to send your child wearing that? Okay, I'm not talking about the little girl wearing her sweet pastel Easter dress with jeans and cowboy boots underneath. That's just darned cute. And I'm not talking about sending your son to school in the Spiderman Pajama top, after all he may need to rescue the above mentioned rootin' tootin' prom queen after lunch. We get that. I am talking about sending your 8 year old with spagehtti straps in winter, or your son wearing shoes that are so big he can't run at recess. Take a good look Mom and Dad. Are they dressed warmly? Will their shoes cause them to fall? Will they be outcasts because their clothes, and sometimes persons, are filthy. Young children can be cruel to each other. Don't make your child a target please.
Now here is something that really get's under the front desk ladies bonnet! Don't call the day after parent teacher conferences were scheduled, to schedule a parent teacher conference. Teachers come in really early and work hard to prepare for this day. They stay until hours after their usual quittin' time. Have a little compassion. Have the respect to show up on the proper day at the scheduled time. Or call to cancel for pete's sake.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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