Be Careful. Evaluations Happen at the Oddest Times.

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As you know (or don’t), I’m experiencing a rather weird situation.

No.

Not the rash.  That’s still a whole different story (any opportunity to use the word salve in a blog I take it… and I just did).

The Evil Spawn is in my wife’s 4th grade class.

You may be thinking this must be weird for them, but who really cares.

The important thing is it’s weird for me.

Why?

Because it is.Someone is Watching You.

And it’s my blog, so we are going to focus on my issues (but not all of them because of time constraints).

Having my daughter in her mother’s class struck me as odd from the very beginning.

It’s like prom.

I’ve said it before, the only good thing that can happen (for me… and I’m guessing you’re not surprised) is nothing bad happens.

A successful prom night for me is probably a boring night for the kids.

And I’m okay with that.

I feel the same about this “4th grade experiment”.

The only good thing that can come out of it is nothing bad happens.

No awkward Parent-Teacher Conferences.  No uncomfortable holiday parties.  No field trips where I have to chaperone and share a bus seat with 6 smelly kids over the course of an 18 hour day (which means 17 hours on the bus…  40 minutes in a museum…. and 20 minutes sitting at a picnic table eating a hot sandwich that’s supposed to be cold… probably in the rain).

When the school year started I envisioned a lot of crying.

I wasn’t sure by whom, but I figured one of the four of us would have some sort of breakdown (Buddy the Dog can be very emotional).

Much to my surprise, things have gone smoothly (I have the strange feeling I just jinxed myself).

I shouldn’t be surprised because this goes along with my theory on things almost always turn out just the opposite of what you expect (good and bad… so if you’re anticipating something good happening in the next few days… beware).

They both seem to be enjoying their year together, which means I get to enjoy my time at home.

The only thing that has struck me as odd is the Evil Spawn seems to be doing a year-long observation (the apple doesn’t fall far from the administrative tree).

Each night she comes home and critiques her mother’s performance.

It’s like getting a Broadway review after EVERY show.

Mom was interesting.  Mom was okay.  Mom was funny.  Mom got annoyed.  Mom got tickled.  Mom seemed tired.  Mom danced (ugh).  Mom’s timing was just a little off when she delivered a punch line during the math lesson (again… apple… not far from the tree).

For me it’s been an opportunity to experience my wife teaching without being in the classroom.

For the evil one, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to spend an entire year with her mom watching what she does best (not dance).

But for my wife?

It’s a year-long evaluation at the dinner table.

Good thing she has tenure.

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7 Responses to “Be Careful. Evaluations Happen at the Oddest Times.”


  1. GasStationCappuccino
    on Oct 2nd, 2010
    @ 8:57 am

    Oh, your poor wife!!!

    I think the only thing worse would be if you were the principal at their school!

    I teach high school and basically demanded that I NOT teach my daughter– so another teacher got the smart AP group, and I got the “do you want me to call your probation officer” kids.

    I’m not sure who won.


  2. Ryan
    on Oct 2nd, 2010
    @ 10:40 am

    Michael,
    Your blog maintains a pretty strong standard, but this is definitely one of your best posts! Hopefully your wife will find that consoling…
    Ryan


  3. Karen
    on Oct 2nd, 2010
    @ 10:43 am

    The closest thing I had to this situation was when I taught kindergarten and my son and daughter (in different years) were in my teammate’s class. Our rooms connected through a double door. My daughter called me Mrs. Marcus at school and basically ignored me. However, my son felt compelled to come through those double doors like gangbusters everytime he accomplished some major thing like building a lego building, yelling “Mommy, look what I did!” I felt like a mother cat, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and hauling him back in the other room telling my teammate, “He escaped again.” My school went through 3rd grade and was I glad when 4th grade came!


  4. Pat
    on Oct 3rd, 2010
    @ 3:50 am

    This made me thing of that “Bring Your Child to Work” Day, only your wife has that every day! LOL When my husband had jury trials, I loved to sit in on them and at dinner, critique his style and help him make it better. Of course I was the only one that could do that without being held in contempt of court! Your daughter has the same advantage. She can be honest and actually give valuable input to her mom and still know she will always be loved. Glad it is going well.


  5. Peggie
    on Oct 5th, 2010
    @ 10:39 am

    Oh, your poor wife!!!

    I think the only thing worse would be if you were the principal at their school!

    I teach high school and basically demanded that I NOT teach my daughter– so another teacher got the smart AP group, and I got the “do you want me to call your probation officer” kids.

    I’m not sure who won.


  6. JulieAnn
    on Oct 5th, 2010
    @ 12:31 pm

    I think this is GREAT! I had my mom in 2nd grade and you couldn’t have put the experience better – I got to watch “what she does best”! It was, by far, one of my favorite years and her dedication to teaching, students, her classroom has made her the best teacher I’ve ever had and the reason I am now pursuing teaching. Yes, there were some awkward moments, but it only made us stronger as a team! I love that your daughter gets to be in your wife’s class…I can assure you, this is one decision you won’t regret!

    Thanks for sharing!


  7. Rich Summers
    on Oct 9th, 2010
    @ 5:11 am

    Nice. Maybe students should do all of the evaluations.

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