Isaak had a little problem with a slight bully issue last week. I blogged about it already, but just a quick recap a group of boys were doing something in the bathroom they were not supposed to be doing. Isaak told the teacher. At recess the same group of boys chased after him saying, "Its payback time!" He told an aid, but she was unaware of what had happened previously. She told Isaak to just ignore this group of kids that were after him.
I emailed his teacher because I thought she should know the other side to the story in case the silly situation, that got more serious got worse. This was only my 2nd email to her all year. It took her a few days to check her email. I was thinking she A) Never got the email. or B) Didn't care.
She both emailed and called me on Friday to say that it would be resolved on Monday.
Isaak came home Monday and said, "Mom three kids were brought into an office to apologize to me. Damarious didn't do anything wrong. It was Damarion."
I got the wrong kid in trouble.
Knowing my son he probably didn't say anything to the person in charge. Like, "He wasn't the one that was after me it was Damarion."
Instead he told me. He said, "Mom you got Damarious in trouble. He didn't do anything to me."
I felt crappy. The situation was long since passed. I wanted to forget about it. I couldn't. At 4 AM I popped out of sleep, was wide awake, and decided to write his teacher a note. I know now that his teacher doesn't check her email every day. I hand wrote how I messed up, and told her the wrong kid's name.
In my own defense the teacher should have known the kids in on this. She knew the first part to this story. Travis was the one that gave me the names. Technically I'm not the only one that messed up. I should have asked Isaak the names one more time before hitting send on that email.
I do take the blame.
Who has a Damarious and a Damarion in the same freaking class? My son does.
I guess when I was little there was an Alicia, a Melissa, and me Alissa all in one class.
Damn that's confusing!
I saw his teacher at the Art and Music Festival and apologized once again. It didn't seem to bother her as much as it bothered me.
My waking up at 4 AM in the morning really made me feel like a zombie that day.
I couldn't get it off my mind because I thought about this innocent kid getting in trouble not just in school, but possibly by his parents. Some parents are really hard on their kids, while others are not.
The scene from The Christmas Story came to my mind where Ralphie rats on a friend that supposedly told him the f$@# word when really it was his own Dad. His friend beat by his Mom. My heart melted for him.
What's something you've messed up on?