There Are Parents… and…. PARENTS *EDIT*
Tonight was the final conference night of the school year. While I admire the school for being consistent about SOMEthing…I think that if your child is not passing a mere 4 weeks from the end of the school year, conference night is a little late to take up a discussion about the problem(s). REGARDLESS………….
Conference night means a LONG night for me. I teach until 4:05. At 4:15 my after school program begins. It’s done by 5:45 or 6:00. Conference night began at 6:30. Anybody see the problem here? Not yet? Then let me add….
My princiPAL (LOOK! the last 3 letters in principal are PAL. He’s my FRIEND) also had a wonderful idea for me. Remember the big Latin Fiesta a few weeks ago? We had some frozen Churro dough left over. It’s in the freezer in the school cafeteria. At least it WAS in the freezer in the school cafeteria until the princiPAL thought that I could fry up churros and sell them tonight at conference night. Yep. Spend 12 hours at school and sell Churros in the hallway while talking to parents about their child’s grades. ARGH.
So….I recruited two of my best boys to fry up and sell churros. One of them was a helper at the Latin Festival so he already knew the routine. The other one is a quick learner. They’re good kids and fairly dependable, but still I had to give them “THE TALK”.
“OK guys. I want you to sell churros. The money we make will go to buy more food for us to cook with. Please remember that this is CONFERENCE night. That means PARENTS. Parents are not interested in seeing you bouncing around the halls and acting like fools. Gosh yes, *I* think you’re cute, but these people are here to talk about their children’s grades, not to admire how fine you look or your dancing skills. Please be respectful, courteous, careful…….and sell those damn CHURROS!
They assured me that they understood and I turned ’em loose. I went back in my room to do a few chores…then I came back out into the hall to check on them. There they were…flirting with the girls to sell more Churros. I hung back a little to listen.
“Hey – is that Ricardo’s mom?”
“Where?”
“Right there with Ricardo!”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s her.”
“Dang! She FINE!!!!!”
Ahem. At this point in time the boys had to change the oil in the fryer. It was getting dirty, you know. Dirty oil. Dirty dirty thoughts oil.
Oil changed – the boys were back to selling. I went into my room to talk with a parent. When that conversation was done, I went back out to check on my boys…..and the hot oil.
At this point in time they were between churro bursts and a little bored. They had resorted to playing the ring tones on their phones over and over to hear some music. The art teacher came to buy some churros. We chatted for a few minutes and then she went back to her classroom. My boys began to talk.
“Man I wish I was 18!”
“Why?”
“Cause Ms. Art is FINE. If I was 18 we could hook up!”
“Ms Wolf – is it illegal for students to call their teachers?”
“No. It’s not illegal. What’s illegal is for students to have sex with their teachers”.
“You mean I could go to jail?”
“BIG sigh”. “No – you probably would not – but your teacher sure would.”
“You mean I couldn’t get in trouble for that?”
“Boys……your churros are burning….and your brain cells are overheating as well.”
At this point I decided that maybe I needed to protect the world from my baby boys, so I sat out in the hall with them to watch them work. What I really ended up watching though, was the parents.
There was a momma with a skirt so short that it BARELY covered her “ASSets” wiggling down the hall. Right behind her came another family. In this one Big Brother was in charge….and his pants were securely belted….below his butt cheeks and halfway to his knees. And here comes another momma. She couldn’t have been more that 15 herself when she had this child she was at school with….and she was dressed in the tightest blouse that one can imagine. No – I take that back. It was tighter than you could POSSIBLY imagine. Paint would have been looser than that shirt.
Next there was the tattooed dad. He had every visible inch of his body covered with tattoos – except his face. His neck, however, bore its fair share! He was waiting for the teacher next door so I struck up a conversation with him. Very nice man – a nurse. By the time I turned around again……..the mommas in the short skirts and tight blouses were in the halls in full force……and my boys were in danger of burning the tongues that were hanging out of their mouths on the hot oil!
Do I need to draw you the obvious parallels here? Momma dresses like a “ho”….and daughter dresses like………..? Momma dresses like a “ho” and all the teenie bopper boys start drooling and getting woodies. And somehow, I am supposed to remain the voice of reason through all this and teach respect, manners, and social skills. Hell – is there such a thing as social skills any more? AK!
I had a student say something to me the other day that I think is pertinent here. He had on some odd sunglasses, funky looking boots with his pants rolled up and he wears his hair in dreds. Some other kid was staring at him and he got mad. When I told him to calm down he said….
“What! You think I want people staring at me?”
And I answered……..
“Yep. I sure do. If you didn’t want that attention you sure as heck wouldn’t dress like THAT!”
And he grinned and walked off. Yep. Ms. Wolf hits the nail on the head…..again.
I think this applies here. MOMS – are you noticing the larger and larger number of abductions and the like in the news lately? Yes? Well then – do you think that maybe, just MAYBE you could teach your DAUGHTERS that they do not have to reveal every curve, bend, dimple and crease? As for your SONS – could you teach them to RESPECT adults? Er…..that means you have to act and dress like one.
None of us WANTS to get old. I think that most of us want to remain attractive for our entire lives. But I have one word for the world in general………APPROPRIATE. Oh wait – there’s another word
as well……..RESPONSIBLE.
And how about the Churros? Well – we sold 50 orders of them! Apparently we are a churro loving bunch. OK – we just like to eat. A lot. And Churros sure are yummy. Yum yum yum! And next week my boys are not allowed to leave my classroom without blinders on and anti-testosterone meds!
EDIT: for those of you who are not familiar with CHURROS: check this out!
i’m glad your boys did well. i also want to know what a churro is. thank goodness, my girlies were not into dressing to kill. when lolly was 12, one of her classmates was finally found 2 weeks after she was abducted…. we attended her funeral. mommy was dressed in some kind of God-awful getup that came right up to here. made an impression on lolly. so she did grunge instead.
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It always disturbs me when I see women dressed more like a teenager than I do.
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If I had a sexy body,I’d be strutting like a hoochie momma myself, but since I don’t have a sexy body anymore I dress somewhat conservative with the exception of all of my tattoos..lol
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By the way, the children that are abducted like Elizabeth Smart don’t always dress sexy and if how a person dressed was the case for abduction and rape etc…why do elderly women get abused? I just don’t believe it is because women and children dress sexy, abduction has been going on too many years for it to be because of that. It just happens that we hear about it more often through media.
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I can agree with the above noter, but I also agree with the clothing styles. I can’t handle it. It’s too much for me even to watch how my not even 12 year old sister dresses and my mom lets her (and it’s not even THAT bad, but to me it is – her pants are too tight, her shirts are too tight, shorts are too short). Added TO that is the fact that my mother has(C)
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not taught this child any modesty or how to act like a lady…yoiks. Disturbing! ~ajaye
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Hazel had a choir concert tonight, her teacher had told the girls that none of them in the front row could wear short skirts. So Hazel was worried she shouldn’t wear a skirt. I told her not to worry about it, none of her skirts were above her knees, that’s not a short skirt. And yes, there were still a bunch of girls with too short of skirts in the front row, where are their mothers? 🙂
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My neice Gina will be teaching freshmen next year. She is not looking forward to the horny boys. 🙂
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I bet they’re somethinglike the elephant ears they sell at fairs…
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I am still willing to swap jobs with you.
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God, I’m glad my children are grown. 🙂
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I can’t even imagine. Well, yes I can but I don’t want to go there. Someone once took a snapshot of my granddaughter sitting in a short skirt with her panties showing. I don’t think she ever got over it!LOL. Her face turned red and she ripped the picture to bits. She also learned to sit like a lady when she wears a skirt.
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Interesting observations. So many kids today are growing up, but nobody is RAISING them. I’ve seen kids come out of school looking like hookers and their pimps. Please! Get a clue. And how many piercings does one need on their face?! Knock, knock, hellooooo, parents, it’s okay to say no. I think it would be easier for kids if schools tightened dress codes considerably. Might help the parents, too.
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I swear THAT guy with the tatts wasn’t me! I am still this side of the pond! Hugz
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Ho seems to be in style. I see attorneys on TV shows dressed in teeny tiny skirts and low tight camisoles. Do real life professional women really dress like that? And little girls’ clothes are also skimpy and suggestive. It can’t be easy being a young hot blooded teenaged boy these days. I love your frank conversations with those kids.
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I LOVE these entries. You make school fun again.
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ohhhhhh i’ve had thooooooooseeeeeeeeee
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RYN: Martha would sh*t a slipcovered brick just TRYING to keep up with you. It’s about class, and you’ve got ALL kinds of that, Lady!
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And how about just reasonable? I know its not a perfect world, but wouldn’t your job be more effective if you didn’t have to spend so much time doing theirs? Big hugs to you!
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Parents can be… umm… interesting characters. Did whowhatwhere ever tell you about the time a parent almost came after her for breaking up a fight afterschool? I wonder what I would have been like if I actually went with what my mom suggested or would have allowed me to do… Scary.
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ryn… i guess i need to look around a bit to see if there are any churros available around here. i’ve never seen or heard of them before. i never heard of a “burro” before till we lived in arizona. i was not about to eat it till i got more info on it. lol thanks for the link.
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oooh those look good lol ~ajaye
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I’m half hispanic so churros just don’t interest me much..lol.*ryn* Oh and I understand where you are coming from regarding teenagers and the way they dress, but instead of blaming the parents maybe the blame should be placed on the fashion industry. ((( Hugs ))) Monica
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you make very good points here.
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Saw churos being made at a fair in Spain. Like doughnut dough squeezed into long pieces and put into a vat of hot grease until brownish……like your two helpers were doing. Yours would be tastier from the fluted shape having more browned surface
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RYN: Thanks for the note. I’m a great granny x’s 3 now. Guess you know what my grandkids do in their spare time. LOL. I hope my brother gets over himself one day soon. He used to be such a great guy.
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Now, since *I* don’t have a star-shaped extruder (and let’s not examine that idea too closely), how does an ordinary human bean go about making these? You’ve taught your kids there (or they taught you, I forget), teach the rest of us, Teach. With a grin…
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Y’all sure sell alot of food at your school–and not just “bake sale” stuff–I find that intriguing. Great entry! RYN: Yeah, one layer at a time should be my new mantra–Thanks for your kind comment! Cheers!
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Appropriate and responsible are sure things we need to teach our children. I about fall over when I’ve gone to the high school and see what some of the kids wear. And what’s with the falling pants look? I just don’t get it. I thought it was pretty funny when teenaged boy was crossing street after adjusting his and they fell to his ankles mid stride…I laughed and waved as I turned the corner.AK!
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OMG, I am laughing so hard. Come on down here and teach you are broken in. ROFLMAO Everytime I meet a mother whose daughter dresses like a “ho” I say, Well now the apple really doesn’t fall from the tree now does it?” Good grief. I still have boys hitting on me who are graduating but I know they are practicing their skills. I won’t shoot them down like girls will. Okay, sometimes I shoot them down
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and the rest? So true. Our legal age here is 18 and I keep saying to deaf ears that there is NOTHING INNOCENT about a 17 year old boy. NOTHING!!! We have girls who give it up to the NEXT BOY and girls who wake up in boy’s beds who they don’t know and they laugh about it. Come on down we do NOT have a winter. lol
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Yikes. I just read that last note. Thanks for the info on Churros. I had no idea. I’ll have to look for them in the store and at ethnic fairs.
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Oh man..now I’m jonesing for some churros! As I was reading I was thinking to myself…well, at least the parents are there…But then as I read more I thought well, maybe not…But I find it frightening that these children are going to be responsible for us when we are old(er). Thank God for the few and far between voices like yours in their lives. hugs…
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Unhuh! It’s sad & scary really how these kids who are our future are being raised these days. Too many parents have no idea about how to raise their children. Of course there’s hope when the students have teachers like you. 🙂 Those churros sound yummy. Haven’t seen them up here but would like to try them. *with warm smiles*
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we had a vol. mom working the health room. boy did that mom work it after her aerobics classes she taught. the sixth grade boys would get sick just to go see her. The little boys too, and the girls cuz she gave them all candy and colors or picture bandaids. Of course the jealous teachers complained to the principal, didn’t even ask her to put a shirt over her athletic wear. that might have helpe
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