Well taxlady, you certainly got the last laugh on him.
One of my former students found me on FB, and told me that he and his brother would never had made it through HS without me. They were poor as churchmice, abject poverty, living in an 8x12 concrete building with a caring but poor dad, and now the boys are doing quite well, with good jobs! I am very proud of them both! They're both in their 30‘s now, and were definitely a handful when they were in HS.
I'm pretty sure we didn't have a school psychologist. "Problem kids" got sent to him for a "talking to". We were also told to go to him for personal or family problems, yeah, right.
There weren't any school psychs before 1975. That's when the laws for special education changed.
We had the nicest guidance counselor when I was in HS. He was basically worthless, but a really nice guy. The GCs I've had the pleasure of working with over the years have pretty much been consumate professionals, and really care about kids.
I graduated in 1967. By 1975 I had moved to a different country, twice. That GC might have been okay for boys. Hmm, that day I had to see him might be the day I became a feminist.There weren't any school psychs before 1975. That's when the laws for special education changed.
We had the nicest guidance counselor when I was in HS. He was basically worthless, but a really nice guy. The GCs I've had the pleasure of working with over the years have pretty much been consumate professionals, and really care about kids.
I graduated in 1967. By 1975 I had moved to a different country, twice. That GC might have been okay for boys. Hmm, that day I had to see him might be the day I became a feminist.
I don't know just how postal my mother would have gone.I remember my mom coming home from parent-teacher conferences with steam blowing from her ears. She'd asked my science teacher why I'd gotten a B, as I'd aced the tests. His response: "Well, Mrs. Dawg, a B is very good for a girl."
I almost had to scrape her off the ceiling.
Uh oh... Thank goodness most little 4 year olds don't care much about residue left from face painting. Then there are some who say "MOM! Don't wash it off!"
My new love????
Got my DH down to the Court House today to register to vote.
My brother took his kids, my niece and nephew, to a Renaissance Fair. 4 yo nephew got his face painted in black like Batman, even though he had a Spiderman shirt on. So he was Spiderbatman. When they got home, his mom tried to clean him up, and only succeeded in making him look like Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean. He's rockin' the Smoky Eye, a lá Johnny Depp. Thank goodness there's no preschool tomorrow, his mom has another day to scrub some more!
Congratulations. I just don't hope the two of you are like my parents. Politics were never discussed in our home. Mom was a Dem., Dad a Rep.