I went to Back to School Night again last night. I attended Tori’s a few weeks ago but Tessa’s high school just now got around to holding theirs. In a sense it was kind of nice, because we are now far enough into the year to get a real feel for how it’s going. With that in mind, I had a few things I wanted to question. One of them was not how can I mother these teachers, and yet by the end of the night I felt like I should be doing just that. There was the teacher who admitted her class is boring and will be all year, in between stories of how her parents used to beat her if she brought home anything less than an A. That was a little odd. Next was the guy reeling from having been reamed by the parents from the period before ours. This guy was beyond stunned and although his disbelief at what had taken place was almost funny, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

Lastly, there was the coach trying to save the girls’ basketball team and confessing that he hasn’t just had to take a pay cut due to budget cuts, but that he’s no longer being paid at all for coaching both the boys and the girls teams. How can you argue with a guy who is working for free? So instead I just kept thinking, this guy is the same age as my son. I could be his mother! Then I realized that I could have been the mother of those other teachers. How can that be? Teachers have gone from being older than me, to the same age, to now being young enough to be one of my kids. That is just freaky and wrong!