Mama Grizzly Bear
Tuesday, September 26, 2023
DO NOT MESS WITH MY BABY!
Nothing will set me off quicker or more fiercely than when someone messes with my daughter. The claws, the fangs, the fierce mama bear all emerge faster than Bruce Banner changing into the Hulk (side note: I cannot believe I just used a super hero nerd reference). Bottom line is, I get vicious. That girl is my life, my heart, my whole world and I will do anything necessary to protect her. The culprit won’t like me when I get angry.
My kiddo had a therapy appointment this afternoon, which meant I had to pick her up from school at lunch time so we could drive the hour to Sacramento for her 2pm session. When she got into the car, she proceeds to tell me about what happened during her Culinary class.
Her normal teacher was out and there was a substitute teacher, one that she had never seen before. She had heard from one of her friends in the period before, that he took his shoes off and was sitting with his bare feet on one of the kitchen stations. Then, during her class, when he was taking role, a girl told him that she goes by another name than what is on the roster and he basically told her that he didn’t care. Then, she told me the thing that got my blood to boil.
My kiddo was sitting at a table with three other students, two of them, Latina girls. The sub comes over, speaking in Spanish to them. My kiddo doesn’t speak Spanish, so her friend translated. He asked if it was the “Latina table.” Now, my daughter is part Japanese but, with her darker complexion, she often gets mistaken for Hispanic or even Samoan. So, when the girl told him that she wasn’t Latina, but Asian, he proceeded to use his fingers to slant his eyes and said, “Yeah, I can see it.” Then, in English, he asked the girl what ethnicity my daughter was, to which my kiddo replied, “If you want to know what I am, why don’t you ask me?” When he did, she said that she was white and Asian and he asked if she was also Mexican, which she is not. He then told her that she could pass as Mexican and could go into the local Hispanic grocery store, and the other girl replied, rightly so, that anyone can go into that store. This man then had the audacity to try to fist bump my daughter. She left him hanging.
Needless to say, by the time she was done with her story, it took everything I had not to turn the car around and confront this P.O.S. right then and there. I settled on calling the principal. I will have this man’s job by the time I’m done. Karen ain’t got nothin’ on me. His conduct should bar him from ever being in a classroom. I was assured by the principal that an investigation will commence and he will be removed from their substitution list as well as the local county office of education being notified.
On a side note, I finally got my Adderall.