I always think through the email before writing it, and I pass the content by my husband, just to make sure you can't hear my clenched jaw in my rhetoric. And I always write from my work email account so that the recipient can see some semblance of collegiality. But nothing beats the self-control we both exercised this week when my son asked who John Birch was, because his teacher was showing movies created by the John Birch Society as part of his history lessons. My husband asked what else was being shown, hoping a balancing opinion was being thrown in. You can guess here.
For days we debated back and forth what to do. This was the same teacher that gave the failing grade last term, and we were on shaky ground (did I mention we went to the principal over that and the grade was changed to an A by the end of the day?). So we are still mulling over our action plan. My blood pressure rises when I think about it.
I wish my own kids could have an experience like I try to foster in my class. Positive feelings. Encouragement. Happy teacher. Sheesh.
post script: I am starting to dislike email now...
post script 2: sorry for the negative vibe.