You know you are southern when you are out to dinner downtown on a Friday night and a young up an comer walks by in his collared shirt, thin sweater and blazer and you think he's missed the mark because he forgot his bow-tie!
I hate calling parents. I find it one of the parts of my job I dislike the most, in part, because I hate talking on the phone in general. I especially hate it when I have to speak to a parent about their child's difficulties when I know they think the failure is mine... when they don't want to admit this was a problem in previous years and they insist the problem is only in my room.
I'm not in this business because I dislike children. I have a soft spot for ALL of them, even the ones that push my buttons. I consider it a personal failure when they don't succeed in my classroom, but if a parent cannot meet me half way, there is only so much I can do!
Another fashion tip: a t-shirt from a treasured area fishing store, along with ball cap and pair of jeans is fine for your son's Saturday morning basketball game at a church. Pairing it with a pair of light gray, high-heeled boots that are more dressy than cowboy, will certainly get you noticed, but perhaps not in the way you were hoping!
Trust a girl who is planning to wear her yoga pants to work!
A parent showed up at dismissal one day this week, without an appointment, wanting to meet with me. I often wonder if the parents that do this also show up unannounced demanding to meet with to their doctor, lawyer, or accountant. I understand I'm responsible for educating their most precious possession, their child, but I too am a professional and I have responsibilities that often mean I can't drop everything to talk to them and still get what I need finished so I can do my job effectively and move on to the personal life I'm allowed to have.