Oh, gods of education. Please grant me the patience to not laugh at parents with excuses like “we’ve done everything we could to fix his behavior.  Even the shock treatments did nothing.” The strength to not wither in front of the ones who smell like they’re wearing eau de cigarette with dog poop scented deodorant. The courage to face the ones who are angry their child only got a B. The courtesy to not giggle at the ones with tattooed boobs hanging out.  The fortitude to tell one parent about their 6th grader’s propensity to forget to wipe.  And the intelligence to realize that the majority of them really aren’t too bad.

Oh, parent teacher conferences. How I loathe thee.

Humorous stories forthcoming (with names changed to protect the innocent).

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    Casey said,

    Oh how I soooo understand! I have conferences again next week. It never ceases to amaze me what you hear!

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