Friday, April 17, 2009


One of the art teachers has a spring art project planned for her classes. They’ll be decorating eggs with colorful tissue paper, and she has a big favor to ask of us. Have the art supplies dwindled at this junction of the year, and she needs us to chip in some of that fancy paper? Nope, she needs eggs. Not only that, but she wants us to blow the inside out while leaving the shell intact. That sounds like a freakin’ Steve Spangler project or something!

Not to worry, though, because she has invited us to send any questions her way, if we don’t understand. Well, I don’t know whether to scream or throw the eggs at her. Is that what she means by questions?

Seriously, I’ve mentioned before that teachers have been left to be parents for these kids. It is like we have to be the primary behavior and social example for these kids, in addition to being, what seems to be, the only person who cares about their education. And no, “Why didn’t my child get an A?” doesn’t count. This request just confirms things though.

I just mentioned Steve Spangler, but this is like all those damn science fair projects, where the parents do it for the kid and are up all night cussing up a storm and going on about how, “things are going to change around here,” but now its me trying to do the old unbroken shell trick for the kids.

Oh that whole scenario about the late night for the parent is not science fair exclusive either. It works for English research papers too. Trust me, when a parent asks me why their kid didn’t get an A, they really mean, “Why didn’t I get an A?”

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