My youngest son has always been a kind and considerate person. His 5th grade year he encountered an individual who called herself an ‘educator’ that found some of the most minute things to call me at my work place and complain about. The last straw was when she contacted me to explain that she recommended that my son be placed in ISS for getting out of his chair. When I asked why he got up without permission, her response was short and rude, “I don’t know, I don’t care- he’s out of here!” I took a calendar that I had been keeping for the past month and scheduled an appointment with the school principal; as well as my son’s other teachers.
So 40-something years ago, when my aunt got married, my great grandmother gave her a dining room table as a present. It was the one her father (my great great grandfather) had given to her. It’s this old beautiful table and it had a bunch of leaves so you could extend it. My aunt loved this table, but their first house was to small to fit it in. So she asked my grandmother to store it. Anyway, time goes on and my grandmother moves the table into her “big room” (basically the room for when you have company) and the family eats at it at family gatherings. My aunt is a little peeved my gma did this without asking but lets it go since she couldn’t use it at least the family can enjoy it.
This had been a sore spot for years. I had no idea. We are every holiday meal around that table add a family. Grandad made extra leaves for the table as the family grew. i learned dominoes from my grandparents at that table. I had tea parties with cousins at that able. Then when i was about 24, we were planning how to set up the big room for a holiday. One of my aunts called the table my grandma’s and since no one in my family has a poker face, i knew something was wrong. I asked my mom and another aunt later what happened. They were surprised i didn’t know. You miss a lot when your one of the youngest grandkids.
Time goes on. My great grandmother told my gma to give it to my aunt a few times, but grandma had never been a great listener. I love her to death, but she really likes to get her way. So sometimes it was “i don’t remember your grandma giving it to you.” Sometimes “grandma definitely gave it to me, i mean, i am her daughter.” And sometimes it was “your house is too filthy to put that table in” (i love my aunt to, she’s creative and fun but also a hoarder like on the shows).
Wasn’t other people, it happened to me. I was in the garage where I work talking to a friend. I was asking him if he could lend me a thousand dollars, he said sure . But under one condition I said sure what was it, he told me he wanted a BJ I agreed. So here I was on my knees giving him what he wanted, just as he was blowing a load in my mouth the boss walked in. The boss said that’s what I thought you were and if you don’t want me to tell anyone. He was just pulling it out and said I had to do him as well, not that I minded it’s that know I have to do him 2 or 3 times a week or whatever he calls me. Top it off I don’t get anything from him, just a month full to keep him quiet.
I had to meet them at the end of the day because of their conflicting conference schedules. The only teacher who failed to be present was the one who complained. All his other teachers had nothing but nice things to say about him. When I showed the principal and several of his teachers the ‘complaint calls’ calendar I had been keeping for the past few weeks- they were surprised. The principal called the teacher who claimed she fell ill and wasn’t able to attend the meeting; yet she had no problems voicing her complaints over the telephone. I interrupted and asked two questions: “Why had she not reported any of these incidents to the principal and why did my son get up from his desk?”