When Dalton was in first grade, he was assigned to Miss Queen. She was old, she was white, and she was known for being “strict.”
“But what does that mean?” I asked a Korean American mom who also had a son in the class.
“My daughter had her, she’s a great teacher,” she assured me. “Dalton will learn so much.”
A mom on my block told me the same thing. “Some parents can’t hack it. We started out with nearly thirty kids in the class, and by the end of the school year there were only twelve. But my son needed that structure.”
My Chinese American husband shrugged off my concerns. “Some of those kids were out of control in kindergarten. They need some discipline. And,” he said wistfully, “it would be nice if Dalton did exactly what I told him.” Continue reading That Woman (#327)