Friday, October 13, 2006
Teaching in an urban school, we all learn the power of "calling home". The huge drug-dealing, foul-mouthed youth before you can be turned into quivering mass with the threat of bringing momma up to speed on his shenanigans. In dealing with a particularly difficult young lady this year, I made full use of her mother's cell phone number to let her know how her daughter was talking back to teachers, running out of classrooms, skipping and so on. The principal had had enough and called the mother to schedule a meeting. On the day of the meeting, the mother didn't show up. We called her cell phone. Disconnected. Her husband's cell. Disconnected. Home phone number. Disconnected. To be honest, I was impressed at the speed and dedication it took to disconnect all three lines in the space of a couple of days for the sake of avoidance of responsibilities. Say it with me, people... Apple... Tree.