Thursday, May 20, 2010
As I'm picking up my darling Little Boy (he's 8) from school on Tuesday, his teacher walks over to my car to tell me something. You know this can either be a really good thing: "Little Boy did such and such in class today and I'm so proud of him!"...(which we've gotten recently)...
or a "not-so" really good thing......like what she said to me on Tuesday...
"I had to send Little Boy out of the classroom today, he just would not stop talking."
Now, I've been in Little Boy's classroom many times, and man, there are so many kids in there, that frankly, I don't know how the teacher does it. (Kudos to all you teachers, you are amazing.) She's got all of these kids in different levels of reading and math skills (not to mention emotional stability), that it's a miracle how well they all come out at the end of the year. I can appreciate that it makes her job that much harder when she's got one that can't keep his cute little lips shut.
My boys have always been pretty well-behaved in class. My mother would call the reason for that a "Proper Fear of Dad". They knew that if they got in trouble in school, they would then get second dose of trouble when they got home.
For Little Boy, being sent out was devastating. To be sent to another class and sit in front of the staring eyes of other students...where everyone knows and whispers "Ooooh, he's in trouble!" It's probably as bad as it could get for him.
At home Little Boy has been restricted from any video games this week, plus swimming in the pool after school, and no access to my computer. You would think his little world came to an end. Hopefully he will remember how bummed he is now the next time he wants to be Mr. Socialite in the classroom.
On a side note: My husband and I have only ourselves to blame for this...we can both provide undeniable proof of the genetics here by simply showing our own report cards...eerily similar...saying "She/He does a great job in class, and is very bright, however has a problem with talking too much in class."
Poor kid, he was set up to fail...
Posted by One Girl in a House of Men at 7:19 AM