I had a message this morning from an irate parent.
“My son is on his way back from his father, the bastard, who didn’t get him home on time so he won’t be at school today. Since it isn’t my fault that his father was being a jerk, I am demanding this absence be excused. And if you don’t excuse it, I will take it over your head because this. is. not. my. fault. And if you send me another letter about my son’s absences and tardies, I will report you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Apparently, since my voice mail didn’t respond to her question, she went ahead and called the superintendent’s office.
Her new letter about her son’s unexcused absence is already in the mail.