I’m Pretty Sure My Kid’s Teacher Hates Me
I think one of my daughterâ€™s teachers really, really doesnâ€™t like me. I know! Shocking, right, that someone doesnâ€™t like me? Iâ€™m at an age, I think, where I donâ€™t care whether adults hate me. Except, when you have this gut feeling that a teacher hates you, then you do actually care, because what if said teacher takes it out on your daughter, instead of just hating on you?
Iâ€™d love to think that teachers like every student, but if teachers are humans, and the ones I have met, indeed, are humans, then doesnâ€™t it make sense that sometimes a teacher doesnâ€™t like a parent, and may possibly â€œconsciously uncoupleâ€ from your child and treat her like an ex she has to see every day? If it can take place in an office then why not a school?
Let me be frank. Grade five was not an easy year for my daughter. She has a main teacher who I really liked. I had to explain to my daughter, in the beginning, that yes, her teacher was tough, but she also had a really dry sense of humor. (Try explaining â€œdry sense of humorâ€ to a ten-year-old.)
There were so many social problems in Grade Five that I am literally counting down the days until school ends. So, did my daughterâ€™s teacher get a lot of e-mails from me this year? Yes, she did. All very short, polite, just explaining the situation.
Trust me, I had a couple friend who screamed bloody murder at the principle last year, because they were only aware, after the teacher called him and his wife, that his daughter was having social problems. That was two weeks before school ended, which is why my couple friend was so irate.
So, yes, I sent a number of e-mails. But then my daughter was on the swim team at school, and thatâ€™s when things went south, at least for my daughterâ€™s teacher and me, because her daughterâ€™s teacher also happened to be the swim coach.
I was the only parent in the bleachers during practices, until I was told I wasnâ€™t allowed. Weird, because I really was the one and only person who actually wanted to watch the practices and there hadnâ€™t been an issue before. My argument to the teacher was, â€œWell, there are girls playing basketball and baseball and those parents are allowed to watch.â€
I finally got the go-ahead, after talking to the Head of Gym, or something, that I was allowed to watch the final ten minutes of practice. Trust me, no one noticed I was there. Not even my daughter. The swim coach/teacher might have. But I just wanted to support my daughter.