The French Rule
Since I was small, I have had fantasies about living in France. A friend forwarded this link to me in which the writer's son has a note from his teacher regarding his tardies
“This is to inform you that your children arrived at 8:35 am this morning. [ie, 5 minutes late but a good 10 minutes or more before class actually starts]. This tardiness is becoming more and more frequent. Please provide me with a written justification as to why. May I remind you, that I also have a class to take care of. These continued late days disturb me in the preparation of said class. Please rectify it.
Okay, who wouldn't want to send a note like that home to one of their regularly tardy students? I made calls about a couple of students this year and both times the parents said they didn't know what to do with their kids and asked for suggestions.
Mom commented:
The attitude of this missive just about sums up how teachers view parents in France. With disdain. Superiority. Essentially, parents are considered larger children. And simpletons to boot. It’s a bit maddening.
Yes, maddening. As opposed to here in America where parents view teachers with disdain, often questioning reading selections, pedagogy, classroom rules.
If only I could remember which newsletter (NEA? NCTE? ASCD?) last week ran an article about teacher-parent conferences and the battering more and more teachers receive. Should I have snipped comments from a recent SF Chronicle story in which posters disparaged teachers as if it were sport? One saying (roughly) that anyone who teaches had no more than a C average in college otherwise he or she would not be teaching.
I do not long for the power of the French teacher, but less disdain by the public would be nice.

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