Bringing Down The Berlin Wall Was Easier Than A Functional Parent / Teacher Meeting At School
When did the dynamics of a parent / teacher meeting at school become so hostile that the UN can hold peace talks easier than have a functional meeting between a parent and a teacher? Of course not every parent is hostile, nor is every teacher. But, astoundingly … most parents have had more than one hostile encounter at a school meeting of some sort, and nearly every educator / administrator has had several. Why?
Parents and teachers have been communicating about children since the beginning of time, but somehow I don’t think that the school marm in the single room school house on the prarie filled out a meeting request form complete with a page on parental rights in triplicate and sent it home with little Johnny Appleseed to be signed, dated, and returned by Martha Appleseed (Johnny’s mom) after she put the meeting in her Iphone. I don’t think Martha brought advocates, lawyers, experts, or tape recorders to the meeting and I don’t think Miss Marm had folders full of evidence that Johnny had trouble paying attention to details in class to share with his mom, or have a team of administrators ready to back her up.
Johnny was not labeled “Attention Deficit”, “ADD / ADHD” (he had trouble staying focused on the lesson and learned best when he was walking), “Learning Disabled” (he had trouble reading and spelling, but kept great math scores by counting apple seeds in math class), “OCD” (he couldn’t quit thinking about apples and counting his seeds). He wasn’t called “Delusional” because he felt compelled to lead a movement in society themed around an apple. He wasn’t given medication to help him focus and fit it and be more productive.
I doubt that Miss Marm had to have daily, weekly, and monthly lesson plans. I don’t think anyone ever told her that her whole class had to learn at exactly the same rate. On the contrary, I think common sense dictated that each child would have strengths and weaknesses in the classroom, as well as responsibilities and gifts outside the classroom. I don’t think she had an entire legal team and administrative team overseeing her every move and threatening her job every time she turned around. On the contrary, I think she had very few people to answer to outside of the parents and possibly a local pastor. I don’t think she took the job expecting a high salary and retirement benefits – she took it because she had a calling to relate to and teach children. Any monetary gain outside of housing and food was a blessing as she saw it – and she was thankful for it. After all, how many people did she know that got to do what they were called to do – all day long? Not many.
I don’t think that Martha showed up with a full Psycho-Educational report on Johnny to demonstrate that he was a hard worker with an above average intellectual ability, but had trouble focusing on reading and spelling. I don’t think she was afraid that Miss Marm would contact the authorities because Johnny came to school with dirty feet from walking through the apple orchards on the way to school, or because she couldn’t afford more than two sets of clothes for him. I’m sure she didn’t belong to POFLS (Parents Of Fruit Loving Students) and she did not insist that the school currriculum include National Apple Month with an assortment of apple themed activities in the name of student diversity.
No, I’m pretty sure none of those things happened. I’m willing to bet that Miss. Marm saw Martha at church and asked her to stop by the schoolroom whenever she had time and was nearby. She did – and brought Miss Marm an apple pie from the apple trees that Johnny had grown. They then sat down and chatted about Johnny’s classroom grades (Martha already knew his strengths & weaknesses – she was his mom, duh). Miss Marm decided to try reading and spelling apple terms on flashcards to help him learn to read. He would study maps of where different apples grew to learn Geography. They hugged each other when they parted. Neither adult was angry or defensive. And, most importantly, Johnny knew there were two adults in the world he could trust and who loved him. He knew that no matter how many times he had to practice his lessons with Miss Marm – she respected him and would be patient with him. She would stand by his side as he worked harder and harder. And she would celebrate with his mom when he mastered reading and writing.
Luck kid, that Johnny.