I went to my first parent-teacher conference today.
Well, I guess there were a couple in preschool, but this to me counted as the first really real one, now that Mina is in kindergarten.
I'm not sure what I expected. OK, I do know. I expected to hear how awesome my kid is and how smart and friendly she is.
Mostly what I got were things she needs to work on or know by the end of the year. I was fishing too, saying things like, "Mina seems to have adjusted to all day school really well" and, "She's really enjoying school". All I got in return was a, "Oh, good" and the ol' nod/smile combo.
Don't get me wrong. I like her teacher. She's a seasoned pro. So seasoned in fact that one of the newer kindergarten teachers had to transfer a "problem" student into my kid's class knowing our gal could handle him.
I think I got spoiled at those preschool teacher meetings where they did tell me how great my kid was. I guess I just like hearing nice things about my offspring (duh), from someone not related to me, because I can pretend their good behavior and social skills are all of my doing.
I suppose I do have something to do with how well my girls are turning out, but mostly I'm trying like hell to make sure they don't end up with my neuroses.
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- I survived
- All the credit, none of the blame
- I Stand Corrected
- I Worship at the Church of Dateline
- Oh My
- "Fuck you, you sloppy nobody!"
- Limited Time Offer--Act Now!!
- I found it charming.
- Italy by way of Pooptown and Shitsburg
- Fuck you Barbie
- Happy Columbus Day!
- Ciao, suckahs!
- Weighing In
- Lowering the Bar
- Whiny kids and poop
- And now I'm back...from outer space....
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