Close Call
Nov. 16th, 2017 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20Today, I almost did my first home visit. A home visit is when you go to a student’s house and meet with their parents there. I’ve never done it before, never had to do it. But, this round of conferences, I was having trouble with two parents Both missed their conferences on the same day and I couldn’t get a hold of them. I finally got one and rescheduled, but then they forgot again. Luckily, I caught them this morning, rescheduled and it all went well.
But the other…
No matter what number I called, I couldn’t get any answer. I left messages and nothing. I’ve tried to contact this parent before with no success, but this time it was different. So, I went to the principal who sighed and asked if I was available today to do a home visit. And, because apparently it’s my word of the year, I said “yes”. Even though I’d really, really rather not. I mean, I’m awkward enough meeting with parents in my own room, but to actually go to someone’s house, unannounced, and hold a conference there (with the principal and maybe the Family Support Advocate)? It’s kind of like my worst nightmare.
Luckily, the parent felt the same way. The Family Support Advocate got hold of them and they showed up. Of course, I was running about ten minutes behind, but they stuck around and we got the conference done. Thank God.
Is it any wonder I’ve had migraines all week? The stress, man, it’s killing me.
So. I have one conference left. One more day of teaching and then Thanksgiving break. I am so ready for this.
But the other…
No matter what number I called, I couldn’t get any answer. I left messages and nothing. I’ve tried to contact this parent before with no success, but this time it was different. So, I went to the principal who sighed and asked if I was available today to do a home visit. And, because apparently it’s my word of the year, I said “yes”. Even though I’d really, really rather not. I mean, I’m awkward enough meeting with parents in my own room, but to actually go to someone’s house, unannounced, and hold a conference there (with the principal and maybe the Family Support Advocate)? It’s kind of like my worst nightmare.
Luckily, the parent felt the same way. The Family Support Advocate got hold of them and they showed up. Of course, I was running about ten minutes behind, but they stuck around and we got the conference done. Thank God.
Is it any wonder I’ve had migraines all week? The stress, man, it’s killing me.
So. I have one conference left. One more day of teaching and then Thanksgiving break. I am so ready for this.
