Here is my tale of woe, which has me depressed, anrgy and very scornful of parents. My best make student (Grade 2) was given an F on a homework-package assignment that was being graded. Upon return to school, he hands me the package with a little note from the genius that is his mother that wonders how he can get an F when the test showed only four things checked off. Then the boy's fresh, and disrespectful sister chimed in, saying that "my mom said if the F goes in the grade book she'll be up here." Well, the class was kind of loud at this point and I was not happy, so my answer was a somwhat loud "she can come up her all she wants. I don't care who she is, no on tells me what to do in my classroom." Then everything quieted down, and I immediately lowered my voice and showed the boy all the other mistakes he made. Most were made on an odd-even fact sheet, and he was told that one day earlier. He also was told one day earlier to correct the problems. So he knew why he received the grade and he knew what he was supposed to do to change the grade. I also penned a short letter to mama at day's end to show my disappointment over her "threat," especially coming from a fine woman with fine children. It did not chastise or in any other way knock her. So she went to my principal that afternoon to complain that I cursed at her daughter and so on. My principal called me and I told him my version. I also told him that the boy in question had received at least 12 certificates of excellence and other incentive prizes since school began, all of which his prize of a mama had known about. He asked me to call her, which I did. She, however, began her words with "I believe everything my daughter tells me," so I know the conversation would do no good. Her cell phone kept breaking up, which didn't please her, but I did hear enough to know that I was going to lose her son via transfer. The kid came in Friday and stayed with us all day, doing his usual excellent work, earning yet another citation and even borrowing two dollars from me after he misplaced or had stolen money he brought from home for our school bookstore. Then the prize of a mother came to school to pick her boy up. He told her what happened to his money and his owing me the money, but she nastily, according to our secretaries, told him she had no time to deal with it and to hurry up. He returned to the room to receive his homework and get his sweater, and he announced that it was his last day with us. I just wished him good luck, as the mother is coming to school Monday to try to force my principal's hand. I didn't do anything other than raise my voice for a few seconds. In no way was that witch picked on, nor was the mother put down. Anyway, I am in a foul mood. I work in an urban area and hear of these situations all the time, but they never happen to me. I don't like loud mouth women whos best ability is being nasty, milking social services dry and raising kids who learn little about respect, accountability and reponsibility. The urban setting has some of the finest parents in the world, as well as some great kids. But when it gets ugly, it gets ugly. My love of teaching took two steps back this week, and because I don't forgive, the loss is permanent.