Today, I had the most bizarre experience with a completely unprofessional teacher representing the Los Angeles Unified School District’s (LAUSD) School Readiness Language Development Program (SRLDP). This mandatory program began this week and runs until June 8th. Parents of Pre-K students must attend the classes or risk having their child removed from Pre-K.
As you can see, the flyer we received gave us 3 days of the week that classes are offered with 4 different 2.5 hours blocks of time to take these classes. I chose today since it was the one day I knew I would be able to come.
Once I arrived at the school, I learned that the class had been moved to another room. Other parents and an interpreter all showed up to Room 1 for the class, I walked them over to the correct room. When we got there, there was one other parent inside the classroom with the instructor. The instructor looked up, looked at the interpreter and said, “I don’t need you today. I needed you yesterday. Wednesday.”
“They told me to come today”, he replied as taken aback as I was by her tone of voice and lack of niceties.
She snapped back, “They told me I wasn’t even going to have an interpreter. Sit over there for 5 minutes, maybe some random person would need Cantonese today.”
My eyebrows were in my hairline, but I thought that maybe they had a history. I was soon to learn that she was just a bitch.
She turned to me, “What is he doing here? Why isn’t he in class?” indicating my son.
*blink*
I’m thinking this woman has clearly lost her mind because nobody speaks to me like that. I explained that he is in the afternoon classes that start at 11:15, fifteen minutes after the time the SRLDP is supposed to end. She said, “I’m trying to teach a class here. You couldn’t leave him at home?”
“Well, yes, I could hav e left him at home, but he would still need to be at school by 11:15. So…I…brought…him.” While I’m saying this, I’m taking my netbook out of my bag, so that I could set up a game for him to play while the class is going.
The instructor had turned away while I was talking and said something to another parent. Then turned back to me. “What is that?! Why are you taking that out?” I looked at my netbook, baffled.
“It’s a computer. I going to let him use it so that he’s quiet during the class. If that’s a problem, please let me know”, I told her, looking directly in her eye.
She sighed, rolled her eyes and said, “I’m trying to teach a class here. Today’s class is in Spanish.”
Surprised, I responded, “I didn’t know that, the flyer didn’t state that Thursdays was Spanish Day.”
“Your teacher should have told you”, she interrupted.
“But she didn’t and you’re assuming I don’t understand Spanish. Is this a problem? Do you need me to leave?”
She started stammering and sighing, “I just don’t know why you have him here and that is out.”
Fine. If I had to listen to this woman say one more thing, she might have to have my netbook surgically removed from her ass. So, I started packing it up.
“Where are you going?!” she yelled.
I looked at her like she was mad, “Clearly, you are aggravated by my presence, I’ll make it easy. I’m out.”
She said she wanted to talk to me. I told her that I don’t want to hear her. She said that she’ll follow me out and I shrugged and said, “Don’t bother. I don’t want to waste any more of my time with you.”
She followed me out anyway and started making noises. I interrupted her, “First of all, you don’t speak to me like that. You don’t know me. Secondly, if this only a Spanish class, then the flyer should have indicated that. And last, your attitude is rude. It’s crap that you expect me to listen to you.”
Her clever response? “What’s crap is your attitude!” Thumbs up. Way. To. Go.
I spoke to the School Coordinator and Principal about this woman. They said they’ve had complaints about her too and that she’s rude to them too. I just can not believe that anyone with that shitty attitude would even be allowed to speak to people, let alone get paid for it.
The Is this who LAUSD wants representing them? by Anika Malone, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.