From the author: This case was told by one client who was stressed for more than 2 years due to worries about one most unpleasant incident in school. What I now bring to your attention is a letter of anger that she finally wrote. Being intelligent to the roots of her hair and a teacher with a quiet and calm disposition, she never sent it. But it helped her. And she hopes that someday she will express everything to her son’s teacher personally. I am posting with her permission. “You know, I still blame you and am angry with you. Yes, yes, when by chance, my thoughts return to this day - September 2, 3 years ago, I am overcome with rage. And annoyance with myself. Annoyance for not expressing everything to you as I wanted, as I should have. Since that day, I have been filled with indignation and hatred towards the school, and towards you, my dear, in particular. 3 years have passed, 3 whole years. and I finally pulled myself together and sat down to write this letter in order to get rid of the heaviness that was haunting me. Me, and through me and my son. For 2 and a half years I was a hypocrite and played the role of a polite colleague and loyal mom. Why, ask. And remember yourself! When our children are in the hands of teachers, we want to protect them, and the first thing that comes to mind is: “If I am friendly to the teacher, then my son will receive a friendly attitude, plus a full set of bonuses - such as: help with lesson, individual approach, caring and involvement” Nothing like that, I copied the picture from myself and appropriated it for you. Now to the point. I took my son to school to see you as a teacher. My mistake came to light on the very first day of classes. And was it even classes? The kids came to school on September 2, not yet realizing where they were. And this day was more of a holiday for both parents and children - the first day with textbooks, an adult at a desk. And mine walked with such a feeling. With great desire and confidence - that he would succeed and like everything. But drama and grief happened. For him. For us. You are the reason! Those. your pedagogical narrow-mindedness, your hypocrisy and inflexibility, your, I dare say, dislike and disrespect for children. I greeted my son at the school gate with trembling joy. When I saw his face, my smile turned into a grimace... My son came towards me with tears and reproaches. “I upset the teacher because of you! She said that I upset her!! After all, almost all the kids had squared notebooks, but I didn’t, they sent me to look for you around the school, but I didn’t find you!!!” I asked him, “Why, son?” “So you gave me a squared notebook.” -ah-ah (crying) - I have a lump in my throat, tears of resentment - and the teacher didn’t offer you a piece of paper for work? - She said, she doesn’t have one. We all have to carry-and-it ourselves.. And that’s why we did everything, but I no-e-no. Fair enough, you can’t say anything, but inhumane, stupid, unpedagogical... I think this is how one should hate, to do this from 6- a summer child...And if I didn’t work at school, where would you send him? I called you back at the same hour, because I don’t like to carry nasty things inside me, like resentment and anger. I give them to those who brought them to me. But... she was so polite that it’s still disgusting. I said, “Irina Vladimirovna, my son didn’t bring the notebook and is very upset, crying, can’t calm down because you said that he upset you. You graciously and, at the same time, edifyingly, on the other end of the line proclaimed: “Tell him not to cry. I’m not angry anymore” Was this the answer I was expecting!? Of course not! She is not angry...And I wanted...I wanted...I just wanted to make you as painful and bitter as it was for us. The child now does not remember this incident, we worked through it, experienced it and forgot, with a psychologist, for money, but with me I still have feelings. And now I’m sharing them with you, no, I’m giving them to you. Do with them what you want. They are yours. Not ours. Not mine...””Dear parents, school is important, school is what millions of parents choose for their children. Most of us cannot afford family (parental) education. I wish you to be persistent and confident, respect, but also.