I hate school.

Okay, I'm 44, so a statement like that is childish. But today, I got my ass chewed by a teacher, so dammit, I HATE SCHOOL!!! So, here's the story:

This morning my son's teacher pulls me aside and says that she needs to talk to me. I'm used to having a lot of input from teachers and staff, so this wasn't normal. She immediately launches into, what are you feeding your child? WHAT??? This statement alone is ridiculous because my little one has all those food allergies, so his lunch sometimes looks like other kid's dreams...crackers, fruit, chips, cookies & juice. His allergies won't allow me to pack a lunch with proteins since he's allergic to all of them except for chicken and some fish. She goes on to complain that he has been overactive, so it must be the fault of the lunch contents. The only problem with that theory is that I have been packing the SAME LUNCH for the entire school year, and here it is with just a couple of weeks left and now she has a problem.

Then she launches into his behavior on the playground. It seems that the boys are getting together and doing what boys do...play battles and wars with their fingers drawn like guns. Well, this teacher says that my son has been playing this with too much realism (????) for the past few days and it needs to come to a stop. WTF???? Boys have played gun battles for decades, and NOW there's a problem? Okay, to keep the peace, I agreed to talk to him about not playing guns at school anymore. The teacher goes into how bad violence is at school...DUH! I never thought I would say it, but BOYS WILL BE BOYS!!!!

My take, the kids have just a couple of weeks left of school and they are all crazy for summer. It's been a long school year, and we are all tired. Teachers included. But back the hell off of the parents that are always at school, in constant contact with the teacher and just coast to the end of the year. It is NOT the time to stir the pot. Concentrate the time on the little gangster that extorts his classmates with $5 pencils, or the little shit that brings a lighter to school almost everyday. Leave my little man alone with his imagination. He's not doing anything wrong.

Funny, I still don't feel any better....