This is how I feel. Angry. Frustrated. Tortured. Hurt. Confused. My sweet Elizabeth is nearing the end of her first grade year. I received news that she wasn't going to be able to participate in Star of the Week because she has not 'earned' it. Funny a few months ago we were told no spring conference was necessary. She was doing great. Yesterday I was spitting nails. Today I am choosing my words wisely. I feel bad for her teacher truthfully. We can't all have that natural instinct that really great teachers possess. I don't judge her. She has her excuses as to why Elizabeth is miserably failing at this point in the year. I am on the outside looking in to this classroom where piles and piles of worksheets come home. I see my daughter humiliated by being put at a table alone. She distracts, disrespects, chats, BEHAVES LIKE A SEVEN YEAR OLD! GO FIGURE! I am armed with knowledge. I am her advocate. I will be heard. She will not be the sacrifice of an out of control school system. What if your mom doesn't stick up for you? Where do you turn when there is no unconditional love. How do you survive when only the negative is noticed. How many children have been failed by our public school systems. I will pray for the children who have no advocate. I will pray for the teachers who live by task first, child second. I will praise God for my strong-willed-whipper-snapper who I love unconditionally whether she behaves in school or not. In my house, what happens at school stays at school.
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