I tried to like the kindergarten teacher. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. She's a kindergarten teacher after all...we're bound to have different personality types, her and I.
But today was the day I realized it's not just that our personality types don't mesh. It's that a genuinely do not like her (and where else can I say that openly but on my blog?).
See, after the fiasco that was Tuesday's pick up from school, I made sure to deliver my son to kindergarten this morning with a note...saying that I would be dropping him off and picking him up from school...he is not to ride the bus. When I arrived this afternoon for pickup, she smiled and overly sweet smile at me and said, "I've got him in there, don't worry." I don't THINK I looked worried...I THINK she was just being condescending. But I brushed it off.
I walked into the building while the teacher led several students out to their waiting buses. I stopped in the doorway and smiled at Samuel, whose little face lit up when he saw me. He would have walked right out the door to me, but the teacher's aide said something to him and his smile fell and he sat back down. Now, I vaguely remembered something about parents waiting in the gym for their children, so I walked the three steps from the kindergarten room door to the gym door. I was about to enter when I was almost run over by a large tattooed burly man pulling a giant speaker on a cart. There was apparently some sort of assembly today (which is a WHOLE other post) and he was breaking down the equipment.
As soon as the man passed with the equipment cart, I was faced with a STREAM of small children...none of whom minded shoving into my protruding belly as I attempted to enter the gym. I waited patiently outside the gym door with several men who I identified as fathers waiting for their older elementary children. We stood along the wall and waited for the stream to pass (me, holding my belly as best I could to protect myself...if you ever get caught between a second grader's head and your unborn child's head, you will understand the pain it can cause...I hope you never have that experience...OUCH!).
So here's the thing. The teacher leads several children, including my son, by the hand PAST ME in the hall, shoving her way past small children going the other direction, smiling a smile directly at me that I am sure was intended, in her kindergarten teacher manner, to shrink me down to size. She gets the children into the gym, turns Sam around, and practically marches him back out to the door where I am still waiting amidst a sea of little people. She smiles at me and says in what is quite possibly the most condescending tone I have ever heard, "In the future, if you wouldn't mind waiting in the GYM for pickup." I mumbled something about not getting run over by the equipment and the children, grabbed Sam's hand (my other hand still protectively shielding my belly), and we finally walked out of there.
Poor Sam was so confused. He could see me, he could smile at me, he could walk past me...he just wasn't allowed to actually leave with me until I was standing in my assigned spot in the gym. I hope nobody is offended if I say how absolutely nucking-futs this seems to me.
And to top it off, the MEN standing there in the hall weren't told to move. In fact, looking into the gym, I noticed that it was ONLY women...that the men were either in the hallway, standing outside the door, or waiting in their pickup trucks in the parking lot.
Now I know I'm going to have to adjust to the soccer mom rules. And that's ok. But I NEVER imagined I was going to have to adjust to THIS...this...I don't even know what to call this...
Nope...I just don't like her...and I doubt I ever will.