Mama Bear At Large

One brave senior girl with empathy walked out of class With my sophomore daughter, She had actually brought her Home, in the middle of the Day. My daughter was Sobbing. The unknown senior girl was Indignant, and angry, and ready to tell Me how horrible the teacher was to my baby. Apparently a teacher Had lambasted my baby In class, put her down, called Her names. A teacher paid by My tax dollars. I was infuriated. As I heard my daughter sob-heaving, I was even more furious. I had to send my Husband to school eventually, as I was soon To use some mighty angry highly mean words On this “teacher”. Being psychic, I knew the woman was Lying the second she started speaking. I detested her already, and for her to Call to tell me “my side of the story” Was to poke a sharp stick at a Mama bear. I jumped up and down on my bed like A raging lunatic as the woman tried To tell me her side of the story. My daughter had quit sobbing, probably to listen. I caught a glimpse of myself every other hop As I reflected onto the mirror opposite my bed. I looked like an angry elf, on speed. And I felt like one too. I ended up maturely hanging up on the Teacher. My husband had to go to school With our daughter. He reported upon his Return that the teacher saw him and walked Back out of the room. “She probably thought you would tear Her apart,” I told my husband. “You know how You intimidate people,” telling myself that he Would have been even more mean than I had been, Knowing it was not possible. This was over thirty years ago, and my daughter Still bursts out laughing when she remembers Her mother jumping up and down on the bed Yelling mean angry things to her teacher. Lesson learned? Not really.