Dear Diary

Back before I started blogging I used to make entries into my computer about things that had happened here in the school. Mostly for legal reasons: in case we got sued. Now I just keep the blog.

The following are two entries I made regarding one of the craziest families we've ever had. There were two kids and their parents (both unemployed) who lived with the Grandma who was as looney as a....I don't know what. No, I mean she was out of her gourd. She came roaring in here once and tried to intimidate me as I'm sure she was used to doing then when I wouldn't cow she called me ugly, "You are an ugly woman," is what she said. To which I responded by climbing over my desk to get her but luckily Bossy was coming up behind me and grabbed me before I could get very far. That would have been one dead Grandma.

We called the school they had been in before coming here and found out they had had a restraining order against Grandma and we told her she wasn't allowed in the school her either or we would get a restraining order against her, too. I guess at the previous school she had been VERY abusive to the office staff and they were quite scared of her. Yeah. I don't scare easily. She had met her match.

By the way, they kids only lasted till the end of the year then they transferred to another school. Grandma got picked up for shoplifting, not a first offense, and spent some time in jail. On that note: Enjoy!

11/7/07—At 9:45 am an aide called me to say that as The Whale was going out to recess she heard him say that at 10:00 he was going to get sick and call his grandma and she was going to come take him home. At precisely 10:00 he came into the office complaining of a stomachache. I told him that the aide had called me and told me what he had said and that he was NOT calling his grandma. I told him he could lie down on the nurse’s couch for a minute. He moaned and whined and put on a good act. At 10:05 his teacher called to say that the kids had come back from recess saying that The Whale had gone into the bathroom and ate soap. After I got off the phone I said to him, “Whale! You don’t eat soap. Now you’re really not calling home.” A few minutes later he cam out of the nurse’s office saying, “I feel much better now. I’m going back to class.” I said, “You do that.”

11/13/07—The Whale came in and called his mother asking her to come to an assembly. He said that she told him she was coming. Apparently she came. Anyhow, he came back with his teacher after the assembly crying big crocodile tears howling that his mom and his grandma were going on a big boat ride and he didn’t get to say good-bye and that his real dad was going to come get him and take him away to a foreign country. We let him call home but did not hear the conversation. He told us that she was coming to get him. When she came she asked if he looked really sick and Bossy said that that was not the story and proceeded to tell the mother his story. She was hoppin’ mad and when he got back down to the office he was grilled by his mother as to what he said and he refused to tell her. Finally, Bossy told him that he needed to tell his mother what he had told her and his teacher. After he did his mother just started screaming and cussing him up one side and down the other about lying, etc. which went on for quite awhile…..then she proceeded to check him out of school!!! She yelled at him all the way out to her car and while she was driving out of the parking lot. What did she teach him? That it doesn’t matter what she says he got out of school anyway.