![]() ![]() I've accidentally wounded myself so many times that my incident folder needed to be expanded. ![]() I'm that one kid that slammed their own head into a windowsill for unclear reasons, then failed to understand why adults were concerned about the blood pouring down my face. My daycare was attached to the school, and that's allowed me to build a reputation in advance. ![]() Teacher is very smug about this, fully expecting me to once again prove my complete dumbassery. Dad runs a small construction company, and absolutely has time for this nonsense. Mom has a full time job doing something sciency at the pulp mill, and no time for this nonsense. they expected my mother to show up, on account of it being 2004. She throws such a shit fit over the matter that the principal has to get involved, and I am brought to his office for a specific literacy test in front of him, my teacher, and a parent. Teacher continued to insist they were wrong and in denial about their kid being illiterate. My parents kept informing her that no, seriously, the kid can read, the kid is reading full chapter books on their own, of course they don't give a shit about See Spot Run I had the exact same thing happen when I was a kid my kindergarten teacher swore up and down that I was completely illiterate, cause I'd take the baby books in the classroom, flip through them, then never touch any of them again. ![]()
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