SNAPPED! Don’t push me…repeat and all that.
Posted by Morrighan on June 29, 2007 at 2:12 pm | Last modified: October 17, 2013 4:22 pmAll it takes is one bad teacher to ruin the lives of many bright and cheery kids.
While my Care is not a cheery child and is bordering on stereotypical goth without the clothes, she is a smart kid. The light bulb is at least a 120 watt. At least, it was until the most recent Prairie Rose S.D. mistake darkened the hallways of the school. In every class except those four, my kid had damn good marks. My kid is now crushed. I’m talking CRUSHED. She tried damn frickin’ hard to keep up with that…creature’s…teaching methods. And it wasn’t just my kid, so what follows here is mostly conjecture. But I do know she really started picking on Care after I went to the parent-teacher night.
The woman holds a grudge, obviously. Just because I didn’t cow-tow to her when I went to take adult upgrading, just because Care is not the shiny happy student 24-7, just because I live a non-christian life – is that any reason to push her psychotic beliefs and attitudes on my kid? Granted, it wasn’t just my kid. She assigned homework to 12 year olds like she was assigning to the graduate class. Lots of work, very, very little explanation. And if you missed a day or two because of illness or whatever (this includes the storms we had) she plowed on anyway, and did NOT help when asked (and I know my kid and others asked). She refused to explain new material, or to go back and help those kids that she’d already ground into the floor under her sensible shoes.
Care is passing the grade because I say she’s passing and if the school board doesn’t like it – they know where I live. In fact, I know where most of them live, so perhaps a little quid pro quo is in order. They didn’t bother telling me whether or not she’s actually heading into grade 8 next year, I’ll just continue to assume.
Every other teacher gave Care great marks and good comments. Except this one bitch that needs to have her attitude adjusted.
I’m trying not to share my loathing of that woman with Care. I’m trying to give her some hope that maybe next year the sow will be gone and she can just start all over again with another, better, teacher. And if by some chance that woman is going to be teaching something at the grade 8 level, I will have Care either switched to another class, or that one she’ll spend in the library learning by correspondance.
Out of the five other parents I’ve talked to, all have the same opinions of the woman. She should have stayed at the Adult Ed. school teaching ESL. Maybe those folks like being treated like shit under her heel but we don’t….and we won’t put up with it.
And just in case Ms. M. K. does find this – before you deign to edit my kid’s writing, you fucking well better watch yours. Using a run on to tell her not to use a run on makes you look stupider than you already do.
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Posted by Morrighan on May 16, 2007 at 12:46 am | Last modified: October 17, 2013 4:22 pmI am chilled through to the bone, I swear to gods. I should know better than to go to a game without proper winterwear…
All day, it was warmish. Not hot, not cool – warmish. When we left for town (the other town, not here) it was nice. Spotty white puffy clouds, hardly any wind to speak of. And then, after we get some shopping done and get out of the truck to have a picnic dinner before the game, the damn clouds roll in on HUGE gusts of wind from the north that feel like Jack Frost’s balls in January…
None of us brought a jacket, and the girls were in their jerseys and shorts. Sure, they have long socks and Care’s wearing her slider shorts and slider so one leg is protected from the frostbite, but still.
Rhi’s lips turned blue and that was WITH the blanket from the truck. About half-way through, I had to take her to a facility, so I chose Timmy Ho’s so I could get coffee. Extra large, doubledouble. Mmmm…I love Timmy’s coffee!!!!! And yes, I bought hot chocolate for the girls.
The opposing team used three pitchers throughout the game, and not one had any control over the ball whatsofuckingever. Out of 15 girls on our team, 11 were hit at some point in the game. And actually, the players count 14, because the coaches pulled Rhi from the game since they knew she’d not have a candles’ chance in the wind of getting out of the way before getting injured. 11 girls with large, round bruises on ribs, thighs, ankles and forearms. Thank gods for batting helmets.
The score was 21-15. For us, of course (knock-on-wood). Granted, our girls are damn good at stealing bases, so once they’re on, they’re basically home. ;)
Thursday, I’m taking my heavy sweater and another blanket, just in case. For the upcoming tournament, I think I’m going to have to find the girls some black stretchy pants and make them wear their warm-ups under the jerseys. And I’m taking our own food this time… (we did last time too, but…we ate burgers after to warm up…BIG intestinal mistake!)
We’re 3 for 1 now. Four more home games in May, and the tourney at the end of the month. Then June…then hopefully, Provincials. I thought the team was going to be rocky this year, but ya know what? I didn’t give enough credit to the coaches, obviously. They’re playing tight, and the team spirit is high. I think they’ll do it. :)
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Posted by Morrighan on May 1, 2007 at 10:35 pm | Last modified: October 17, 2013 4:22 pmThe girls had their first game of the season tonight. It was a first in many, many ways.
First game of the season.
First game as a team (four new/returning girls)
First game as PeeWees instead of Squirts.
First time they’ve won the first game of the season, ever.
I know I’m not supposed to gloat (bad form) but these girls work hard on their skills, long practices and here in Manitoba that means practicing indoors during the winter months. But all the hard work the team has put in has paid off (14-9). Most of the throws tonight were fast and on target, the batting has improved as has the pitching. Bigger ball, bases farther apart and the pitcher mound back farther this year.
But they won. And not only did they win – both my girls were on base, twice. The second time for each they made it home. Rhia ran it herself…usually she has a runner, but she chose to stay in this time. Maybe that’s not such a big deal, but ya know what? She deserves to make it home herself once in a while and it sure re-sparked her interest in actually playing the game, rather than sitting on the bench or standing in the far right field..she doesn’t have to be the mascot this year either. For other families with mildly handicapped kids, I highly recommend finding an activity such as baseball…it’s done so much for Rhia!
Remember last August when I said I was glad it was all over for another year? As much as I was, I am now just as happy it’s all back on again. :)
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