Parents Blew up My Phone, Now I'm Blowing up Their World
My name is Ivy Lawson.
At 3:00 am, I get a call from Christina McSpire, a parent of one of my students.
"Hello, Ms. Lawson, I noticed Zoe only spent five dollars on her meal yesterday. Did she not eat any meat?" she asks.
Pushing through my exhaustion, I reply, "Don't worry, Mrs. Street. I'll check on it tomorrow."
Another half hour goes by, and she calls again.
"It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Can you remind Zoe to bring an umbrella?"
I can hardly keep my eyes open.
"Got it," I reply absentmindedly.
A few minutes later, my phone rings once more.
"Please make sure Zoe brushes her teeth for three minutes. It's also important that she scrubs each side of her face at least three times."
Suppressing my frustration, I calmly respond, "Zoe is in her senior year of high school. I'm sure she's capable of taking care of herself."
I expect that to be the end of it, but when I wake up, my silenced phone shows over a hundred missed calls.