I grew up in a house where the Teacher was boss. That means that once we had left home where Mom or Grandma was the boss and got to school, the Teacher was in charge. I don't ever remember thinking that was strange because that was just how it was. I remember my first grade Teacher, Mrs. Maddox swatting me on the bottom because I was pushing and not listening to her and when I went home and told my Mom she just said, "well if Mrs. Maddox spanked you then you probably did something to deserve it". I avoided Mrs. Maddox for the next 2 years until I got to 3rd grade and got a new teacher. Mrs. Maddox meant business.
I remember coming home in the 5th grade with welts on my right hand and telling my Mom that Miss Marajgh had hit me with the ruler for being late to class after lunch. And when I told her my hand hurt she said, "I guess you won't be late coming back to class ever again." And when I was a freshman in high school I remember coming home and telling my Mom that the PE Teacher, Mr. Evans, was picking on me and so she cautioned me to improve and do better and then he would have any reason to pick on me.
By the time I was in high school I got really really tricky though, I came home and told my Mom that playing volleyball was injuring my fingers and affecting my violin lessons and could she please write a note and excuse me from PE for the quarter. My elaborate scheme came crashing down when my Mom wrote the note and the PE Teacher read the note in front of the whole PE class and my entire grade stood and laughed at me right before we picked teams for PE.
But my Mom was right about backing the Teacher. I stayed out of Mrs. Maddox's way and we never had any other problems. I listened to the rules and behaved and we got through the 1st and 2nd classes. I was never late to class in the 5th and 6th grade and Miss Marajgh never had any reason to have me come to the front of the class and cane me with her ruler. And I learned how to play volleyball backwards and forwards and ended up being one of the best players in the class by my senior year and my PE Teacher stopped picking on me.
I'm glad that I didn't get any support to my shenanigans in school. I'm glad my Mom supported the Teachers always, it set the stage to make me a good Teacher and make me a good Mom. Teachers have a rough go of it out there, especially public school Teachers; packed classrooms, budget cuts, curriculum cuts, low pay and to make matters worse, many parents no longer support or respect the Teachers like they used to back in my day. We have been super lucky in having wonderful Teachers for our tykes and so backing them has been something we've always worked hard to do. But I have to also throw out some kudos to my Mom who was one smart cookie when it came to me and my Teachers.