I know that mostly what we write about is personal, some more personal than others, but I’ve always blogged on the principle that I avoid bad mouthing people where I can help it, especially where there is the possibility that they might be identified. Not because I’m afraid of being sued (whichI am) but because it feels unjust to disparage someone with a one-sided story.
Sometimes, though, you just can’t help it.
We had a meeting with Master P’s head teacher tonight. He has had several run-ins with his games teacher, the details of which I won’t go into here on the above unfairness principle given that we only had our son’s side of the story to go on.
But we did have personal contact with the teacher who rang Mrs P last week in a state of uncontrolled anger. He launched into a tirade about our son, describing someone we didn’t recognise. Yes, he has his Kevin moments, but not the nose-to-nose, toe-to-toe confrontation his teacher described.
At the end of the phone call, he turned to our son standing nearby and said, “Congratulations. You’ve made your mother cry,” which wasn’t true, albeit a close call, but the impact was to make my son lash out.
I think I’ve mentioned before that my son is a big lad and I suspect that if hit by him then you’d stay hit. Fortunately, Master P hit the wall rather than his teacher, which you have to suspect was the expected result of the provocation.
Thye problem is that we have brought up our children to understand rights and responsibilities and with a keen sense of justice, and to challenge injustice where they find it, not for themselves personally, but for others, and when you have to stand up and be counted. This, for him. was such a moment.
We talked and explained that stepping back was the easier path. He wouldn’t, and in a way I’m proud of what he did and pride is not a tranferrable currency to an easier life in our educational system.
The meeting with the head teacher was good though. All parties calm and honest and we are optimistic that it can be sorted. And that the provocative teacher doesn’t… well, I’ll go no further.