Yesterday's episodes went something like this:
The clock is telling me it's 3:00 sharp. His mom will be
coming through that door any second. I just called her Sunday and confirmed our conference.
My head goes back to my book. The door cracks and the room sucks in a breath of air. I look up to see a familiar face.
"Ms N., your three called and said she had more important things to do." Silence.
My face must have shown discomfort and disbelief. "Well, she said that something came up and it was more important." More silence. I finally respond and end with,"That doesn't give me much motivation to reschedule."
I call her twenty minutes later. "Hello?" she answers. "Hello, this is X's teacher." Pause. She didn't even have the sense to play dead. "Oh, Ms. N.," she begins, "I cancelled with my other son's teacher, too. I just have
so much to do." I ask, "Would you like to reschedule?" She says, " I just have too much to do and can't even think of when I can come right now."
An hour passes after my next appointment was supposed to show. Turns out that his daughter thought they were supposed to meet me in the cafeteria instead of the library.
The conference proceeds. I was happy to report the little girl has shown a lot of improvement in reading. The father proudly says that she loves to read now. She wants to pick up every book she sees.

Last year she was totally disinterested. As the father gets up to leave, he says, " I think it's you, Ms. N." I explain that I am just a facilitator, a supporter. It's really all up to the student. Pride creeps up into a smile on my face. Whether it's me or not, that's why I teach first grade.