I have to have a meeting with my daughter’s phys-ed teacher, and it’s stacking up a ton of anxiety triggers for me
- teachers make me nervous, still, even though I’ve been out of school for 20 years. The impulse to please, and not make any trouble or draw attention, has not gone away
- the meeting is in french, a language in which I am not fluent
- the guy is a serious dick
- I still haven’t figured out whether to focus purely on the medical stuff, which is essential, or to also bring up the fact that he seems to be running his class like a boot camp
A week ago, my daughter had a nosebleed in school, and this teacher told her to tilt her head back. After that, she passed out for a couple seconds and then threw up, and everyone freaked out a little. I brought her to a hospital where the doctor did some tests, confirmed my assumption that we’re just dealing with vasovagal syncope, and sent us home.
So. . . on friday, we sent a note saying she’d be skipping phys-ed because she still wasn’t feeling well, but we also mentioned that if she has a nose bleed in future, she should not be tilting her head back. (this is the advice we got from every doctor & nurse we talked to at the hospital, as well as being what we thought was generally the standard of care since, like, the mid-eighties.)
The teacher got pissy, told my daughter he felt insulted, and that we shouldn’t be telling him how to do his job.
So I requested an appointment with the phys-ed teacher and asked to have the principal present. But now I am stressing the fuck out, because stressing out is what I do. For about 20 minutes after I first heard about his reaction on Friday, I was in full pissed-off mother bear mode, and I’m glad I requested the appointment while I was still in that mode. But that mode is not my default by any stretch, and I just really hope the guy acts like a total jerk in the meeting so I can summon my rarely seen inner badass.
My critical, non-negotiable demand is that if my child starts feeling dizzy or losing her vision, she needs to be able to lie down. This guy has a thing where all the kids have to run, non-stop, for 7ish minutes, but if one of them stops running then all of them get an extra minute added on. The longest I’ve heard of this going on is 12 minutes. So what worries me is that in this environment, where she’s been told that she can’t stop running and group punishment is expected if she does, I can totally imagine her getting dizzy, not stopping running, and then eating the floor at high speed.
If the guy’s approach to nose-bleeds wasn’t stuck in the 1970’s that would also be great.