Round Three of Jon Alex’s bully encounters ended with JA being served lunch in the assistant principal’s office while enjoying a conflict resolution mini-seminar.
During the parent phone call portion of the afternoon, I entered the fray with “we all have a breaking point.” The assistant principal sounded surprised that I wasn’t surprised and perhaps that I wasn’t the least apologetic. I know she was completely unprepared for my points and counterpoints as I explained we as a family have talked to Jon Alex about how to handle his aggressors, and that he was doing the best he could under the circumstances. You know, getting picked on and teased so much that he doesn’t want to go to school and that, by each and every Friday, he is whipped and frustrated and crying on the way home.
For whatever reason, even after hearing all this, the assistant principal felt she had no choice but to finish her standard phone call script with “I told him I didn’t want to see him back in my office again.”
My answer: and what will you do about it if you do see him? Again. Because that means there is a bigger problem than some 65 lb kid flopping in front of the teacher with a false unverifiable claim of being pushed by my 48 lb son.
She had no satisfactory reply.
As far as the HMX family is concerned, the next time he is invited for lunch with the principal, fringes and Q will pack him a cupcake and some doughnuts. And, perhaps, a 16 oz Dr Pepper. Standing up for yourself always calls for some processed sugar and silver sprinkles.
In other news, it’s a miracle: Jordan can see out of her left eye as evidenced by a suspicious mommy making her cover the right eye then having her read a restaurant menu with the blind one. Call us for all your catering needs, huh?
That’s a girl who really wanted some cool looking Coach eyewear. And who’s not getting any.
Standing up for yourself ALWAYS deserves cupcakes. Let ‘em have it, Erica. I’m doing the happy dance in my chair for JA right now.
A massive “hell yeah!” to JA for standing up for himself. Bullying in Western MA recently led to the suicide of a 15-year-old girl. Tell your assistant principal (was there ever an assistant principal who wasn’t a complete waste of space?) to google “Phoebe Prince” and THEN she can talk to JA or any other victims of bullying.
Awesome news about Jordan. You can tell her my new glasses are Coach and they’re very poor quality. I liked my D&Gs much better.
It’s one step at a time, and I’m glad this hour commute stands between me and the principal’s office. I’ll watch from a distance for another week or so. Thanks, MM & Michele, for the encouragement!
I have only gotten into one fight in my life and it was in the sixth grade when this girl teased me mercilessly for 12 weeks.
My mom was mortified but my aunt baked me a cake!
Love the new layout,
Tex
Aunties are even better than mothers some days. My job is interfering with the blog modification schedule, so I’m glad you’re liking it under construction.
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