Yesterday the kids were crazy, and I ended up at school until 7 calling parents. Most of them weren’t home or the phone numbers didn’t work. The ones who were home only spoke Spanish. (“Hay muchos problemas en la classe con su hijo… Es intelligente pero no hace su tarea.”) Calling parents always makes me sad and nervous; you never know if they’re going to be mad at you for calling or slap the kid around for getting a bad phone call or what.
I’m pleased to report that two of the parents I left messages for showed up today at school, all “HE’S MISSING HOW MANY HOMEWORKS AND HE SAID WHAT???” I had two productive meetings with them, the AP, and the guidance counselor. I love it when a plan comes together.