Merry Death

Just call me Ann

This was my secret shopper name today. I was Ann Jones. My daughter, Tina, is 10 yrs old and in the 4th grade and having some problems with study habits in her math class. Her teacher, at our last parent/ teacher conference suggested we call Huntington Learning Centers to get an evaluation on how to better help Tina get ahead with her schooling.
It was 20 minutes of total lies. It was a pain in my ass. I blocked out about 85% of what this woman was saying. She was great. Attentive, helpful, really seemed to care. That made it harder. The worst part was when she asked me the kinds of things they were teaching her in her class and I had to tell them that my husband did all the math stuff and I did all the English. What an ass I felt like. Although, she took it all in stride "I have a good idea of the kinds of things she is studying". Good, because I have no clue.
I knew they would ask some questions and I was prepared with name, age, etc...but I fudged the rest. It was sad. I am glad I am not Ann Jones, her life seemed awful.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 11:07 PM