I
volunteered in the big kid’s classrooms when they were in elementary school. It has happened less so in recent years due to the direction our lives have taken. In the past, I was at the school once a week before the younger two were
born. I remember being welcome, allowed to help and given things to do. At
times, I felt so out of my element, being around the noise that is a classroom
compared to the silence that is an office. However, I always felt welcome and I
always felt like my kid’s teachers wanted parents to be involved.
Fast forward
a few years. There are now four kids in our family. My youngest in school is in
developmental preschool. She is on an IEP. During a recent IEP meeting her
teacher suggested that I drop by to visit the class. Since there is also a very
young one at home, this has not been an easy task to accomplish.
On a random
Wednesday, I had taken time off from work for two appointments. One for myself
and one for my preschooler. I decided to take her to school and drop by the
classroom for 30 minutes. Having been welcomed in the classroom for my older
kids in the past, it never occurred to me that this would be a problem. I was more concerned that I had found a moment to visit.
I went to
the school office and signed in as a visitor. No one questioned me, no one asked if I should be there. I do have a valid background check on file
with the district at my older daughter’s school, so I assumed that would be
fine.
After that, my preschooler and I went to wait outside. First the big buses come and then the little buses. The kids wait on the buses for the para-educators and once everyone is there, the entire class walks back to their room. Anna and I
followed the class holding hands. Anna seemed pretty thrilled to have me there. She
put her coat near her cubby and given the chance, I think she would have showed
me around the room.
I told the
teacher that I was taking her up on visiting and she left the room. Then the kids
lined up for the bathroom. As we were walked across the hall, the principal
came out and cornered me.
“What is
your intent in observing the class?”
My intent?
My intent was to take the teacher up on her offer to visit the class.
She then
proceeded to tell me that I needed to give 24 hours’ notice before visiting. I
asked for a copy of that policy and she told me it was in the teacher’s
contract. She then said I needed to leave. I was escorted back to the office.
I have never felt so unwelcome at ANY of my kid's elementary schools.
I had always thought that my daughter was loved and cared for at school. I had never questioned that. However, now I wonder if that feeling of safety was wrong. My daughter cannot tell me about her day and I have never before had a reason to feel her delay in expressive communication could be a problem. I left her school classroom wondering if there was something being done to my child that the staff didn't want me to see. This is a HORRIBLE thought for any mother to have regarding her child. I shouldn't question her safety at school due to a lack of transparency by the adults in her life.
It is one month after the event and I have not heard one sound from the teacher. The director of special education called me, the school principal called me, scheduled a meeting and then canceled the meeting. Her teacher even managed to be sick during the IEP meeting a few weeks after this event.
What was
their intent in blocking my access to the classroom? What is their intent in
ignoring what happened? This shouldn’t have ever happened, but with each
passing day it becomes more of a “something.”
