I totally agree with your reasoning. There is a right way and a wrong way to deal with situations.
For example, my son plays trumpet and loves it. This year, new teacher, a real jerk, literally. I'm not the only parent or student that realizes he's a bit lacking in the common decency arena. Many students have dropped band this year and the school staff realizes this teacher is the reason.
My son came home with a slip for being obnoxious at a concert competition. His defense - he's put up with this guy all year and he's tired of listening to him. I understand and hear what he's saying, BUT, he broke the rules. He pays the consequences. I have already talked to the school about the teacher many times, there is nothing they can do due to contracts. This does not give my son the liberty to mouth off back at the teacher.
"This does not give my son the liberty to mouth off back at the teacher."
Bless you. You are undoubtedly raising a fine young man. First off, he hung in where others bailed out. Second, you taught him the lesson he needed to learn. Too bad more aren't like you. Enjoy watching your son turn into something special.
You are a great mom and a blessing to your son.
It is much easier to deal with the administration when your child did everything right. You then have something to work with.
Momfirst, my hat is off to you. Our kids are going to suffer their share of jerks for teachers in school, just as we had to do. Learning to put up with these is just a part of growing up and learning how to properly function in society.
Someone else being the idiot fool of all time never gave my children an excuse for their own poor attitude or behavior. Not that they didn't try it of course, lol!
We just never got sucked in, having a good and clear idea of what kind of adults we were hoping they would become.
And, for those of you who are fussing about assigned seating during lunch, what on earth are you thinking? There are all kinds of reasons for assigning seats during lunch perios, and not all of them are "fascist".
When I went to school, (clear back when we had to trudge three miles through howling blizzards), we never even got to go to a "lunch room"! We had to eat our brown bag lunches at our little desks, and the only diversion provided by the school were little cartons of milk passed out by the teacher who watched us eat with beady eyes.
I was usually weeping quietly into my waxed paper because I had a liverwurst and ketchup sandwich, and no-one would trade with me.