School...I mean work

I got a phone call from a parent this morning. She wanted to know why I told her son that his community service supervisor said he wasn't doing his work. And instead of being concerned, she accuses us, the school, for not doing anything for her son. She said we were "lousy." What the hell...I give him a grade check every week. She should ask him why he's failing. She should blame him for messing up. She shouldn't allow him to wander around campus & then pick him up before school ends. Like a professional, I sat there, soaked it all in. We have an IEP tomorrow...I can't wait to hear what she has to say. Bring it lady. If he doesn't grad this year, it would be only his fault. I changed his schedule around & gave him an "easier" load. OH--I also tried to explain to her that I already explained the situation to her son & you know what she responded with? "Well, you know, you can't explain anything to retarded kids like him."

W-T-F.

Something else:
one sign that I'm getting "better" at my job is that I don't let these pesky kids push me around. I hear this line almost everyday:

Kid: whoa miss, just this one time, this is the last time. Please!!! I promise!
Miss: what?
Kid: Write me one note to go to class. Pleeeeeaaaaase!
Miss: No. Go get a tardy pass
Kid: Whoa, c'mon miss. Please! (Lots of begging inserted here)
Miss: No, go get a tardy pass
Kid: (Begging)
Miss: No, I'm not writing you a note. This office is not a place where you can cruise.
Kid: (Begging)
Miss: Get a tardy pass. Beat it. Get out of my office.
Kid: Oh okay. (laughing)
*the begging can go one for several rounds, depending on the kid. I'm just too lazy to write it all out. I'm such a B sometimes.