Those parent/teacher conferences are bullshit anyway... the teachers are just happy they don't have to be in the room with the 8 year old screaming kids, so they would probably be even happier if you didn't show up in the first place.... longer lunch hour for them. What can they tell you about your own kid that you don't know yourself?
Where her classroom is?
"Way She Move" comin down th' hall, you be thinkin she don know where she goin.
You can always just "power" walk down the hallway, as if you know where you're going. Pick a room, and commandingly inform the teacher (of your choice) that "she's not Lo's teacher, " as if it were the teacher's fault. Then demand that she tell you where Lo's teacher's room is. Then smile nicely and say thank you! That's what I used to do during the first few week of class in college!!!
Only you could pull that one off, ktothefe.
My luck would be that I'd happen to choose the room that WAS Lo's teacher. She's say, "Yes, I am." I'd maintain that NO, she certainly WAS NOT. Eventually, security would have to be called and I'd be taken away in handcuffs.Normal situations like this have a nasty way of turning on me. I just try to stay at home as much as possible.
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