WE DON’T SAY THOSE WORDS

I can recall my very day “Subbing” a six grade class at my son’s School. His school had 2 six grade class rooms and truly, I didn’t realize this was his classroom. The only thing that came across my mind none of his classmates knew I was his mother and hope he would not call me mommy. As the children enter into the room I greeted them one by one and told them, I was their teacher until next week. I notice my child had not arrive and another little boy to class.

          The boys told me down in the restroom with another child playing with a basketball. I ask the aide in the class to keep an eye on them while I go check. My son was in the restroom playing with another little boy bouncing a basketball. I overheard my son tell the other child “You can go to class I’m going to be late because; they going to let an old lady come teach us and she ugly and fat. Now his little friend is just laughing and laughing calling him crazy.

 Then my son goes on to say, “Maybe I could go to the office and play sick”? That was just enough for my ears to hear. I went into the restroom and he was very much startled. He said what you doing at my school”? I replied getting ready to take some business in a classroom but, my question is what are you doing in the restroom? He said, “Nothing” and that’s where I reminded him the entire conversation I overheard him say about his “Substitute Teacher”. I told him those words you used to describe the teacher that’s taking your “Homeroom Teacher” place were very inappropriate and when you get down to your class you need to first apologize to your classmates for coming in class late and then apologize to the Teacher that is taking your “Homeroom teachers” place.

 Then I reminded him this conversation is absolutely by all means No way over, and we will defiantly continue it at home. The only thing my son really concern about was he getting ready to be on punishment for what I heard him say. I then told him and his friend to get them together and go to class. I left out from talking to him and the 2 of; they came down the hallway to class about 3 mins later. When he arrives and opens the door I was writing at on board as.

 He could not do anything but, stare at me, apologize to his classmates as I suggested and then came close – up to apologize to me, gave me a big hug and during Art made me a which I still have in frame, and at the end of, the day and class was over his friends kept saying why are you still sitting in your seat and the bell rang he replied “I’m waiting on my mom so, I can carry her bags”. I then told the ones that were waiting for him “Yes I’m his Mammie”.