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Edited on Sat Aug-21-10 08:25 PM by LWolf
It was a graduation requirement, that freshman health class. I heard nothing from the teacher, and my son said class was going "okay." He had weekly chapter tests to show me; scores ranged between 85% and 100%, with most in the low ninety percent range.
He got his midterm progress report; it was an "F." It had a comment stating that students from that "misguided outcome based education school" were consistently not ready for high school.
The school in question was a K-8 district pilot school. I worked there. My 2 sons, this one being the youngest, attended through 8th grade. The school was well known, quite popular, and always had a long waiting list. A fully public magnet school. This, as a matter of fact, is where I began to learn that allowing SOME schools to customize, while others could not, created resentment and problems down the line. Just one of the many reasons I oppose charter schools.
I called and left a message with his teacher. I did not get a call back. I called his counselor. She agreed to set up a meeting. I showed up; the teacher didn't, sending a note that she refused to meet with me. We DID get to discuss the reason for the "F," and my son WAS responsible for it. You see, he didn't like the teacher, and he hated her "style." Which wasn't much of a style. It was: Show up on Monday, read a chapter. Answer 3 questions each night about the chapter, correct them in class together, and turn them in each day, Tuesday - Thursday. Take a test on that Chapter on Friday. Rinse, repeat, all term long. That was it.
His point? "Why should I do all that damned busy work? I read it. I could discuss it if she wanted me to. I could do a lot of things with it. I learn it. I prove I learned it every Friday on those stupid tests. Why should I turn in homework?"
That was it. Half the grade was the homework, half the tests. He only did the tests. Hence, the failing grade.
I thought she was wrong. I also thought she was using her bias against the school he'd come from, which encouraged active thinking and learning instead of rote out of the book work, and allowed people who understood and demonstrated mastery to move on to other things. I thought she didn't like, not only his former school, but my son himself. You see, my son was one of those gifted underachievers. Not a Type-A personality, he was the kind that drive us all crazy: too smart for his own good, and lazy. Putting forth the minimum effort to get by unless he really liked the topic or found the way it was approached engaging.
So I thought he was wrong, too. He knew the class content. He needed to learn responsibility, and he needed to learn that there are times we have to do our jobs and follow through with our responsibilities even when we don't like the people we work with or for, or the job itself.
He wanted to transfer out of the class. I didn't let him, because I didn't want to set a precedent of blaming others for his own irresponsibility.
The counselor negotiated a plan, agreed upon and signed by teacher, parent, and student. If he did every homework assignment and turned it in, and continued to pass tests, for the rest of the term, he'd get a passing grade.
And he did. I checked his homework every night myself. Part of the contract was a document that his teacher initialed every day when he turned his work in. According to her, he turned in every assignment and passed every test.
And got an F on the final term report card. He was right. I was wrong.
The son did independent study and repeated the course with a different teacher while moving forward with the next term.
I reported the teacher's failure to honor the signed agreement, filed a formal complaint, and moved on. I did not haunt the offices of admins demanding to know that she'd been punished. I knew that the complaint would stay in her personnel file, and I knew that the admins weren't pleased, and would deal with the situation behind closed doors.
I also knew that if I came on too strong, made a big public drama out of it, that the whole thing would backfire. Attack too hard and the admins would circle the wagons to defend her. Quietly have my say and file the complaint, and move on, and action would be taken. I didn't have to witness that action. It wasn't about revenge. It wasn't about me, or my son. It was about the good of the school and students. The big picture.
Edited to add: I can tell a story about one bad teacher my oldest son had, as well, and one bad teacher I had in high school. Do you want them, too?
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