Over the break I had lunch with friends who are also teachers. I have a lot of friends in education, which is good and bad. Good because it gives me a chance to bounce professional stuff off people whose opinion I trust. Bad because just about all I talk about at any given point in time is professional stuff.
At one point we partook in our annual lamenting of the atrocious behavior of parents of the children in our schools. We swapped horror stories: A mother who hovers at the door of her fifth-grader’s classroom each morning to make sure he puts his homework in the right bin;