Anonymous wrote:I always got "funniest" or "class clown," while my best friend got "best writer," which is what I wanted to be. I would make a joke about it, of course. But it hurt.
I don't understand the benefit of choosing one kid to be the "best" at something that several kids in the class are probably very good at. And trying to find something different for each kid is just silly -- and almost certainly leads to categories that are only marginally positive.
Fashionista is not something I would want my 1st grader to be or to be proud of.
Anonymous wrote:Wow. I think there is a lot of shallow-ness in your DD's school =(
Anonymous wrote:
It gets worse than this. At my son's sixth grade graduation, they read prophecies. I was there to volunteer for the party. They read that my son was going to be a famous writer and then the teachers all laughed (because he has a hard time writing). I was livid, but didn't say anything. It really spoiled the party for me. I'm not sure how my son felt as I didn't bring it up later. I just wanted to forget that moment, but as you can see, I didn't.
Anonymous wrote:
It gets worse than this. At my son's sixth grade graduation, they read prophecies. I was there to volunteer for the party. They read that my son was going to be a famous writer and then the teachers all laughed (because he has a hard time writing). I was livid, but didn't say anything. It really spoiled the party for me. I'm not sure how my son felt as I didn't bring it up later. I just wanted to forget that moment, but as you can see, I didn't.
This just breaks my heart. My son also thinks troubling things that bother him but I can't get him to tel me what they are. I suspect that a lot of times, if I can just get it out of him, I could help. I wish you could have mentioned to someone so they can explain.Anonymous wrote:I hate things like this. I got "guinea pig" award when I was in 1st or 2nd grade (I guess I volunteered a lot?). I had no clue what it meant, but thought it meant I was fat like a pig. I cried at night for weeks. I didn't tell anyone that I was upset or they would have explained what a guinea pig was.