So T, my kid who can't say his own name, was in my class for disrespect.Which isn't all that unusual with our population. There are some mouthy, rude kids out there.
But you have to wonder about a brand new sixth grader who decides to get lippy with Coach Mean, all 6'5", 300 lbs of him. Seriously, this guy is huge and he never, ever cracks a smile. And this was the teacher T decided to get rude with.
Makes you wonder about T's common sense or lack thereof. He obviously doesn't have a strong sense of survival.
Anyhow, T was in there this week with my group of 7th grade trouble makers and had a real difficult time following directions. He did fine the first day, but by the second day, every time I told him to do something I got the eye roll, the "Ohmygod", and back talk. This wasn't going to fly. And I noticed he didn't have his contract turned in so I decided to pull out the big guns.
I called Momma.
In front of everyone.
So I got Momma on the phone and asked about the contract, which she claimed to have never seen. I informed her that it needed to be signed and returned so he could get out of ISS and she asked me to send another one. I then casually mentioned that I was having a problem with T's rudeness and disrespect and was considering adding an additional day to his time in ISS.
Stunned silence out of every other kid in the portable as they were all listening and you could almost see the thought bubbles above their heads..."Oh shit, she's called his mom and now she may be adding extra days!"
Momma wanted me to put T on the phone, which I gladly did. And then I could hear her yelling at him for about five minutes. The rest of the kids pretended not to be listening and acted like they were doing work, but you know what they were focused on!
He finally gave me the phone back. Momma told me to expect an apology and she wanted me to text her at the end of the day to ensure I got it and to let me know how he behaved.
I got my apology, he shut up, and was perfect. The other kids spent the rest of the day acting a little nervous, wondering when their mother wasn't going to get called.
Gotta love it.
P. S. Since I was asked...T and Hatchling, although both sixth graders, are two different boys.