Years ago when we still had an open campus and parents could walk in and out whenever they wanted to.
A student in one of my classes was being
raised by his grandmother. He had little regard for rules and other students alike. The grandmother seemed in denial of the hellion she was responsible for. She was well-known for trying to run
everything she was involved in, keeping the city council and school
board stirred up among other things.
If the kid got in trouble at school
or earned a bad grade, she would make an appointment and come striding
through the halls looking for that particular teacher. She always said
that she'd come to "Get this injustice straightened-out." I had the joy
of crossing swords with her a couple of times. It was often that we had to referee incidents of him harassing other
kids, which he denied fault, blaming even smaller kids for attacking him. The kid was a lazy
party-boy with plenty of money, armed with distracting gadgets and a complete absence of restrictions. It was
rare for him to hand in homework or participate in class.
occasion, the little jerk earned an F in Phys Ed. The old lady went
hunting the coach and marched right into a locker room full of naked
boys at shower time. Based on amused conversation in the faculty lounge,
she screamed and ran out the nearest exit, without any opportunity to scold the coach in her flight of copious embarrassment.
Wish I could say the
experience cured her of stirring things up at school, but she still
showed up every few days to defend her useless grandson.
of years later the old woman died and her name came up in conversation
again, including the locker room episode. The coach laughed and said,
"Who do you think told her when and where to show up for that