Parent-teacher conference night might have proven successful if I had some parents to conference with. Out of five classes I have over a hundred students, yet only five parents come on a good night. Sometimes only two or three grace me with their presence. The parents that do attend are not the ones I really need to speak with. The ones I do meet are parents of good students. Students who received an A or B in the class that marking period. They are doing the right thing. Most of the time I spent the three hours in the hallway directing parents to other classrooms or watching the hands on the clock fall slowly signaling my time to go home.
I made the mistake of complaining to the administrator saying it was a waste of time for me to be there if parents did not attend. I wasn’t surprised when she told me that I had a bad attitude about the situation. “You’re being awfully presumptuous”, she said. “Just because parents don’t attend doesn’t mean that they don’t care”. My administrator, Sandra always had a way of making me feel worse with every interaction. Maybe they were busy she said with work or other obligations. Understandable once, but every marking period we host the same parent-teacher conference night and I stand in my classroom waiting to talk to someone, but no one comes. Ultimately the conversation ended with it being my fault. the parents that didn’t speak English were intimidated to come meet me because of the language barrier. The parents that weren’t educated didn’t feel comfortable talking to me because of my education. So, if I spoke Spanish and was less educated then maybe I would have some parents to talk with. Maybe then they would meet me to talk about their child’s education.