Ahh...you wacky parents, you.

We had parent's night last week. It was a Tuesday evening. Things like that make Wednesday morning come WAY too early...

While I am on the subject, parent mini-schedule night is always a painful excursion into the dog and pony show that I have to put on daily between 7:30 and 3:00 each day, only it's remixed and made acceptable for adult ears. The parents follow an abbreviated schedule of their child and sit in on each class for about 8 minutes while I kick my old school rhymes about how I will teach the class. They look, listen, and all appear to have a look on their faces that is either utter confusion about my little ditty or a pitiful look of "don't flunk my child even though he is American and should be able to communicate in English, yet lacks the ability to smash a subject and a verb together in the creation of one coherent sentence."

I jest. I don't want anyone to think that I don't like my job or my students. It's just the parents and grading that I hate. If I could get rid of one, or both, of these two things, life would be just ducky.

Anyway, I don't know if parents get together and talk about this when I am not around, but it needs to be outed. Inevitably on this night some parents will approach me and tell me that their child "loves" my class and "talks about it all the time at home". Now, maybe I am a sucker, but I fall for it. Those kids are now predisposed to good grades. I can't help it. Worst of all, I know it is a scam. If it's not, I am officially going to make it one. I wonder if back when I was in Algebra II or Art Fundamentals, (two classes in which I (ahem) did less than wonderful), had my parents lied to the teacher and told them how much I loved and talked about the class, would I have gottern better grades? I don't know, but I have to think so. As a matter of fact, when my first child (who is not officially in existence as of right now, unless my wife hasn't told me something) goes to school, I will go to all his/her teachers and tell them that my child comes home daily singing their praises.! I may have my kids write flattering haiku's about the genius of their teachers and "accidentally" have them fall out of my pocket in the teacher's presence. Who knows?! It works on me, it's worth a shot on others, I suppose. I can't be the only sucker. (As I cross my fingers and hope...)

On an additional note, although on principle I refuse to discuss individual students and their progress/lack thereof on this night, some parents find it necessary to have discussions about their child. Folks, let's begin with me telling you that in the second week of school, I have no clue which one is yours...they are all the same to me at this time. I just gave you between six and eight minutes of my finest improv in the hopes that you sleep better at night knowing the guy teaching your child is not only competent but also somewhat charismatic or at partially whacked out enough to interest high schoolers to read "1984".

This job is nuts.