A Teacher’s Summer Tips For Parents
Glorious May. Warmer weather, pool parties, backyard barbecues, and the blissful repose of not having to see your entitled spawn ever again.
Your children are the high school’s burden now, and I want to be the first to say that we, the intrepid souls who attempted to educate them all year, couldn’t be happier that you get them twenty-four-seven this summer.
The time we spent with them over the last nine months has been repugnant, and guess what? They’re kids. Their nauseating attitudes and vomit-inducing stench aren’t entirely their fault.
It’s yours.
Don’t think we haven’t noticed. Since August, we’ve had to sit through parent-teacher conferences with you and endure your insipid phone calls, emails, and texts.
Mind you, these interactions are always at our request because we know how little you care about these monsters between the hours of eight and three. That’s your time. You’re a parent, the hardest job in the world where you aren’t legally obligated to do anything but keep them alive.
