Every Kindergarten class has one.
One child who won't follow the rules, or pay attention to the teacher or cries whenever he doesn't get his way.
It's Kindergarten so it's bound to happen.
But Peter's class has FOUR of these kids who can't (or won't) listen and follow the rules.
And of course, these four kids are ruining it for the other 19 kids who are just trying to learn to read and write and do a little arithmetic.
Peter comes home every day with tales of Timmy who tells the teacher he hates her and doesn't have to listen to her.
Or tales of Sam who screams and cries all day long.
I thought perhaps Peter was exaggerating just a little. But sadly, no. His assessment appears to be right on the mark.
Last Friday, I had lunch with Peter and witnessed little Sam in action.
He screamed as soon as he sat down at the lunch table and screamed through the entire 25 minute lunch period.
The. Entire. Time.
The teacher couldn't get him to stop. The assistant couldn't get him to stop. Two other teachers tried to get him to stop.
Finally the principal was called. She came into the cafeteria and picked him up and carried him out.
He was still crying when she hauled him away.
For the last couple of weeks, Peter will say things like "I hate school!" and "Mommy? Will you home school me?"
Home school you? Kid. That's my Plan C - right after public school doesn't work out and we realize we can't out afford private school.
Home school is not in the plan two weeks into Kindergarten. (And darn those neighbor kids who are filling his mind with sleeping late and having Mommy as the teacher!)
After lots of fretting and hand wringing, I have realized that Peter's dissatisfaction with school has nothing to do with the screamers and the whiners in his class.
His pleas for Home School and No School come when it is time to go in for bath and bed while it is still daylight and when it is time to wake up while it is still dark. The rest of the time, dare I say it, he seems satisfied with school.
But I'm still worried about the quality of his education. Because even the best teacher can't teach when she is spending 80% of her time taking bananas away from 4 unruly and disrespectful kids.
So against my better judgement, when I was at lunch with Peter today, I asked the teacher if there was anything I could do to help her out.
Seems like not only did I volunteer to listen to the kids read, I am now Room Mom.
Timmy and Sam better watch out.