I Feel So Cheap And Dirty, Part II
Before you go on, you may want to read I Feel So Cheap And Dirty, Part I. But I can’t make you.
The four come into my room, and I know what’s going to happen. (By the way, Timmy has no IEP, 504 or anything like that. He’s just lazy.)
The social worker introduces me to Timmy’s parents, who speak no English. And I don’t speak what they speak. It’s unclear whether the social worker speaks what they speak, but I think not.
So with no communication happening on most fronts, the social worker just hits me up and lays it out there: “Is there anything Timmy can do to make something up or somehow pass the class? He has been working so hard in English and spending so much time on that research paper…you know.”
Me: He already failed the class. I already put in grades.
Her: Well, I know. But is