My favorite conference

Mom and Dad enter my room.

“Good morning, I’m Mr. W, who do you belong to?”

“Our son is B.H.”

“Great.  B is one  of the  good ‘uns, have a seat and we’ll talk.”

Blah, blah, blah, yada, yada.

Dad says, “We got that letter you sent home about B being tardy.  He says that 5 minutes isn’t  long enough to get from his third period to your fourth period.  Is there something we can do about that?”

I reply, “Really?  He doesn’t have enough time?  Follow me.”

We go out into the hall.  I point at a door that is maybe, on the outer edge of my estimate, 20 feet from my room.

“That is B’s third period class.”

Dad, “Wellllllll now.  I guess we got something to talk about tonight.”

I bet he isn’t tardy anymore…

When an apple falls from the tree how far away does it roll?

Parent/Teacher conferences today.

When you meet the parent, sometimes you have more sympathy for the kid.

That’s all I’m gonna say ’bout that.