So, THAT was painful I got to spend half of my lunch hour sitting across the desk from DD's English teacher. I've heard things about him in the past, but today we got to meet face-to-face. He didn't even shake my hand. Didn't really introduce himself. Instead, he sort of pointed to a student desk and told me to have a seat. But, then he starts in on "your daughter" this, and "your daughter" that over and over and OVER again until I finally said, "Um, her name is Elise. You keep referring to her as my daughter, and she's sitting right here." He just glared at me without a word, so I repeated myself to break the moment. I smiled, nodded and said, "Her name is Elise."
Awkward doesn't begin to describe the moment, but I had to do it - I didn't like his attitude.
It was completely out of line for me to be that direct, but you ladies know as well as I that when someone pushes the right buttons, your Mama Bear comes out big a strong.
I reminded DD that it certainly doesn't excuse her from her responsibilities in that class (there seems to be a communication problem), but I also won't allow him to belittle her either.
Oh well - onward and upward