So, wanna hear the latest in my “pumpin’ gas” teacher dilemma?
First, thanks so much for all your input. In the end, Bryan and I decided to go to the lead teacher. Mainly because Miss X was a fairly new teacher, and to be honest, I am sceeered of her. She’s harsh. And as Mr. Lady pointed out (since her kids used to attend Declan’s school), the principal and the PTA really don’t have jurisdiction over the afterschool program, even though it’s held inside the school.
So, the lead teacher and I talked last night. Bryan “pumped” me up (ha ha) on the way there via cell phone, promising to be my backup if need be, since I am REALLY bad at confrontation, even though I can be really loud and foul mouthed sometimes.
Me: Can we talk?
Me: I don’t want to accuse anyone of anything, but Declan was singing this really inappropriate song the other day [insert me singing the song for her] and he told me Miss X taught it to him.
Her: Yeah. She did. I caught her doing it. She’s out of here. Her last day is at the end of the month. We can’t have her teaching things like that to the kids. [looking at me with an adorable little smile, like “was there anything else I can help you with?”]
Me: [blustering, blustering, trying to reel in the rest of my prepared speech, halting the brakes] Oh. OK, well. You know she calls the kids names then, too?
Her: Yeah, I have to talk to her about it nearly every day. It’s just not working out.
Me: Oh, OK. Well…. Thanks for listening to me.
Her: Any time. We always want the program to be good for both the kids and the parents.
So. There you have it.
I guess I do need to get Miss X that gas station uniform, then.
P.S. By the way, I had the photo of the day over at LOOKING INTO yesterday! Go check me out!