Keeping my job
Twelve years old with a volatile temper
Foul mouthed anger erupts at the drop of a hat
Mom says she just has no “fu……” idea
Why her “God damned” son won’t just straighten up
This youngster cannot seem to focus
Sits slumped over, his head in his arms
Falling asleep soon after the morning pledge
Mom says she tells him to go to bed
She is sent to the office—again
To change into something appropriate for school
With a roll of her eyes and flip of her hair
Cannot reach either mom or dad
She, though disheveled, is never late for school
Her homework is never attempted
Notes sent home for signatures are never signed
But she shows up early for breakfast each day
I want to scream that they are at fault-
Kids deserve to be nurtured and loved
They need limits set and, yes, god forbid discipline
Not just words to placate those dealing day to day
These same kids are seen, all about town
They live with volatile parents
Who have taught them well to be bullies
And leeches on a system that should not have to support
They are lost in the wind with no anchors at hand
No family meals, they fend for themselves
They wander at night way past curfew
Or watch late night TV for want of company
I don’t scream what I see—must keep my job
Need to keep things politically correct
But I am here to tell you, many parents don’t parent
They just produce lives with little no responsibility felt
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Chrissy
Good teachers will always have these problems facing them and feel frustrated. Keep up the good work. 'Saving' one is better than closing ones eyes to the problems in the classroom.
God bless you. Kathy
I'm so glad you were able to just sit down and vent. Because it's important to be able to do that every so often in such a high stressed job like yours. Take heart, though, my friend. You may never know in this life just how much impact you have on some of these children. I can say with great confidence that years from now there will be adults who still remember that wonderful teacher. Some will remember you in general terms, the positive affect you had on their lives. Some will remember an especially tough day when you were there. Some will remember words from you which, by then you may have forgotten. But words which helped to change the course of their life. And perhaps there will be some who just managed to get through one more day, with breakfast food in their bellies. I pray for you, for the children and yes even for the parents, grandparents or other guardians who are in their lives, the ones who are struggling to love, nuture and discipline them and even for those who are either unable or unwilling to do so, perhaps they were once wearing the very same shoes of those which they've handed down to the their ofspring. May the Good Lord help them all.
It is indeed, damn shame!
Love,
Becca~
"Kids deserve to be nurtured and loved"
This is the key....well done
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
They just produce lives with little no responsibility felt
As a life-long educator and school administrator, my wife would say the very same. Good parenting seems to be dying in this modern day land of ours, as are so many other once wonderful things.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Heartbreaking write!