My daughter has a crappy teacher this year. A while back I posted about E being called out in front of the classroom because she supposedly used the word "brake" incorrectly in a sentence because she said "The brake on the scooter fell off." Or something to that effect. That was just a minor incident in our year from hell. We've had a lot of lovely things happening.
For example, E skipped 1st grade. She did this after taking a battery of tests and meeting with guidance counselors, the whole nine yards. On her tests last year, she passed with flying colors and then some. In both math and reading, she tested off the charts. So you would think 2nd grade math would not be all that challenging to her this year. Imagine my surprise when I got her 2nd quarter math assessment test and found out she was failing math. She was failing math because she had been taken out of the classroom during math to go to the gifted program for writing. Of course, the teacher never told me this, even though there were numerous emails and calls made to the school. I had to find out from E that she hadn't had a math lesson in several weeks. How is she supposed to learn how to do the math if she is not there for the lesson?
But it got better. There were several emails from her teacher that I couldn't even comprehend. There were sentence fragments, run-ons and lots of misspellings. I have several emails that never answered my one-sentence questions. It was like getting an email from a 5th grader. Because I can not be calm when it comes to all things E, I stepped aside and let Hubby go to the counselor to seek help dealing with the teacher. Even the counselor had no idea what the teacher was trying to say. We tried working with the teacher, but everytime we "complained" about something, E's seat assignment would be moved. She went from being with a group of kids, to sitting next to an EC kid with severe problems, to sitting totally alone in the classroom. She was never moved because of any sort of discipline problem, it just seemed like subtle punishment.
Collectively (and because of this) Hubby and I decided to keep our mouths shut unless something REALLY bad came up. We seemed to be doing okay. I started working with E on her math. There were some minor things, but we let them go and E was moved back into the seating arrangement of the classroom. But today as E was doing her homework, she insisted that her teacher had taught her to round up in measurements. If it was 1/2 inch, she was to call it 1 inch. You can imagine the problem with this. She labeled something on her homework as 4 inches when in reality it was 2. I ground my teeth and tried to think of how to handle this, but E got really upset with me. She thinks I am making her turn in her homework incorrectly and is afraid her teacher is going to yell at her. So, I decided I needed to step in. I emailed the teacher. I was very nice and gentle and used words like "E misunderstood what you said....could you please go over the concept with her again?" I tried very hard not to lay blame...but if E comes home tomorrow and tells me she's had her desk moved out into the hallway, you better believe you're going to be reading a news story on Yahoo about "Pastor's wife in a throw-down with Teacher!" I'm more worried that the teacher is going to tell me that she IS telling them to round up in measurement. Estimation, yes. True measurement, NO!
So anyway, here we go again. The thing that I hate about this is that I feel like I am throwing my teaching experience around. And maybe I am, but all of this really comes from a mama bear perspective. I think there needs to be some accountability. So, E's Teacher...meet Mama Accountable.