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December 20, 2007

“He’s trying to destroy my son. ALL of you are!” – parent of one of my former students

I am not yet married. I have no children. For many, these facts render my point of view regarding anything to do with parenthood irrelevant and totally useless. That might be true. Of course, I think these facts also mean that I am detached and impartial. If you combine these with my having been a high school teacher and coach for three years, positions that required me to be a sometimes unwilling participant in the parent-child dynamic, I think I have an unique perspective on the topic.

So what’s my perspective? Sadly, I believe too many parents and children are out of their freakin’ minds.

“A word coach,” a parent asks me.

“This really isn’t a good time,” I respond. “We’re about to start the second game (of the double header).”

“I hear you aren’t starting (my son). Is that true?”

“Yes, that’s true,” I reply.

“Can I ask why,” the parent barked at me.

“You already know why. He didn’t hustle. He forgot how many outs there were. Then he didn’t hustle again.”

“This is completely ridiculous,” the parent complained. “He’s your best player. This is why we get our butts kicked. I’m trying to recruit players from other teams to come to this school, but it’s impossible with (crap) like this.”

“You’re right,” I respond. “It is ridiculous. It’s ridiculous that your son didn’t hustle, but instead of supporting me and telling your son to hustle you’re attacking me. Quite frankly, if these players you’re trying to recruit exert the same amount of effort on the field as your son did today, I don’t want them.”

“The A. D. (Athletic Director) will hear about this,” the parent threatened.

“What are you going to tell him? That I treat all my players the same, no matter how good they are? That I expect my players to hustle and give 100%? Go ahead, he might give me a raise.”

I can hear the crickets chirping. “Isn’t this a humor blog,” some might be asking. Well, yes. There’s humor in all of this, but it’s not “ha, ha…that’s funny” humor as much as it’s “oh, no…civilization is doomed” humor.

Obviously, this is a touchy subject. Parents should be there for their children. They should stand up for their children. They should always have their children’s backs. They should love their children unconditionally.

But they shouldn’t be enablers for their children.

“He’s going to flunk my daughter. You have to stop him,” a parent pleaded to the high school principal as I sat a few feet away.

“May I,” I ask the principal, requesting permission to speak.

“Just so I’m clear,” I continued, “you believe I am trying to make your daughter fail my class?”

“You are,” the mom shouts.

“So you’re saying that even though I assigned this project to the class four months ago and your daughter didn’t start, by her own admission, to work on it until six days ago, if she fails it’s because I’m trying to fail her?

I’m not sure how or why, but sometime between my graduating from high school and coming back to my high school alma mater as a teacher after college, students – and parents – changed.

Maybe it’s always been this way, but I honestly don’t think so. I wasn’t like this, my parents weren’t like this, my friends weren’t like this, and their parents weren’t like this. No one I knew was like this.

Studying harder (or simply just not caring) when you get a bad grade has been replaced by blaming the bad grade on your teacher. Telling your child to study harder after he comes home with a bad grade has been replaced by blaming the teacher for being unclear, incompetent or having too high expectations.

Owning up to the fact you really deserved the detention given to you has been replaced by telling your parents you didn’t do anything wrong. Grounding your child for getting in trouble at school has been replaced by completely buying her, “the teacher doesn’t like me” defense.

Accountability has been replaced by telling lies and half truths about your teachers. Using common sense has been replaced by supporting your child no matter how insane or outlandish their claims.

“This is merely a formality,” the high school principal assures me. “But could you tell me your side of the Johnny Fakename incident?”

“Well,” I said. “I was giving the day’s lecture when Johnny got out of his seat, put a book on top of his head and walked around the room.”

“Why do you ask? What did Johnny say happened?”

“He said,” the principal began, “that you announced to the entire class that you hated him. And that even though he hadn’t done anything wrong, you were going to give him a detention so that his parents would ground him.”

“And his parents believe him,” I ask.

“Sadly,” the principal sighed, “yes they do.”

Sanity has been replaced by insanity.

Lord help us all.

With this post written, I have now met my 2007 quota for “serious” posts.

My quota? One.

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