So. THIS pissed me off.

So the boy comes walking in after school today, and asks if he can go to the basketball game. Sure says I, no problem, and I look up from what I was typing and just. stare.

“Th’fuck happened to your eye?!?”

He tells me the story, and I have to laugh a little. Seems he was sitting on the edge of his chair, and leaned foward to better hear the story that was being read, and the chair WHOOSHED out from under him, sending him forward, he smacked the corner of the desk and this is the result:

Can we say ouch? I knew we could.

So I ask him, what did your teacher do? Did they send you to the nurse to have it checked out just in case?

He says.

no.

NO!?!?

What the hell not? I asked and find out that his teacher barely looked up, only told him to go and sit in the front of the classroom DID NOT EVEN INQUIRE TO SEE IF THE BOY WAS ALLRIGHT and continued with class.

Sean, being the stud that he is, didn’t complain. But come ON…. what happened to fucking manners? these are the people supposedly TEACHING my son, and they couldn’t even say “are you all right?” but just ASSUMED that my son was cutting up in class and moved him to the front of the room? These SAME teachers who tell me time and time again that Sean is the quietest, most well behaved boy in their classroom??? He couldn’t Check to make sure my son was allright or even look up? HOW COULD YOU MISS THIS?

Especially as the boy has the same coloring that I do and you KNOW that fucker started to blacken right away. (He’s like me – a klutz, and turns pretty colors. heh)

Fuck THAT shit.

So I call the Asshole and ask him if I’m right to be upset. He agrees completely. We are not pissed off that it happened, quite the contrary. We’re good and pissed off at the lack of concern by the teachers and lack of human decency!

So I call the school. I tell them what happened and that I’m upset. Mrs. M comes on the line – she happens to be an old boss of mine and some one I walked out on like 4 times, so I’ve been just DYING for the chance to nail her on something. anything. *Smirks* She’s the associate principal and all. And she never was one for common decency, the condenscending bitch.

anyway.

I explain my concerns and tell her the asshole and I will be right over. We go over, Sean demenstrates what happened she talks to the teacher, she promised to speak with him again to make sure that he knows WHY we were upset. Kids get hurt, all the time. that’s not a big deal. what IS a big deal is the lack of compassion.

Mrs. M also talked to his 3rd and 4th period teachers – they BOTH noticed the eye. His 4th period teacher especially as it’s art and they had to do self portraits and the boy drew in the black eye.

I mean, it IS a work of art and all….

Gah.

What really upsets me as well is the fact that had I sent him TO school with a shiner like that and no explanation? they would have DYFS all OVER my ass in an instant. And they couldn’t be bothered to send him to the nurse and/or call me and let me know what happened on THEIR grounds and time? Total and complete BULLSHIT.

Grrrr.

Of course, the boy is completely and totally mortified that we made such a big deal about it. *smirks* He’ll get over it. heh.

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Nano Word Count Update:
Date: November 15, 2:00 am
Wordcount: 36,005 / 50,000
Total time spent writing: 19 hours.