She told me that it wasn't me. It was a mistake.
When I think about my brilliantly wicked sarcastic speech that I gave to the class, I'm a little bit embarrassed.
So I was fine then. Glad to know it was a mistake. Let's move on already.
And today, I was called once again to meet the HEM. Great, what did I do now? I thought.
To my surprise, the complaining parent was there. She was this frail lady who looked terrified upon seeing me.
Then she apologised profusely for mistaking me as the witch who spouts curses.
Damn, I did not see that coming.
And of course, I told her I had no hard feelings anymore as it was an honest mistake.
Then she teared up.
DAMN. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.
She felt really bad about the false accusation till she couldn't do anything but think of how pissed I am. Apparently my speech worked really well till her kid went crying over guilt - and now her mom too. 'Coz my student know what a damn good teacher I am (as per told by the mother to me and the HEM - free glowing commendation, anyone?)
And that made me feel like a douche.
So yeah. Intense moment for a while there. Now that even the issue is settled, I'm not going to delete my previous post as I am speaking for those ill-treated teachers, who don't get to live a day to meet apologetic parents.
As for the moral of the story today, well, parents can be an ass, but they can also be living testimonials of how important you are in their children's life.
If you're not a witch though. And a douche.
Gosh, when am I ever gonna get over that?