While I was home yesterday, I was on a conference call when a different call beeped through. I could see that it was the local elementary school. Thinking some child of mine needed help I interrupted the conference call to accept the elementary school call. It was Chloe’s violin teacher who was calling to let me know that Chloe’s playing suggested she hadn’t been practicing much. She wanted to know if there was something going on at home that she should know about.
SOMETHING GOING ON AT HOME?!
I was very distracted by the conference call so I assured her that everything was fine and Chloe would practice; goodbye. But the more I thought about it the more offended I got. Chloe’s VIOLIN teacher, who has only JUST taught them how to rosin their bows despite ostensibly teaching them violin since SEPTEMBER thought she should check on what was happening at home.
DUHWHAT?!?
This is crazy. Also, I should mention that as it turned out Chloe hasn’t been to class in over two weeks because some foul weather cancelled school. Its not like she spent the whole hour having to focus on Chloe because she’s fallen behind or something. She hasn’t even seen chloe for weeks! So what prompted the called?
And on what basis did she think “something” was going on at home? Abuse perhaps? A death in the family? What was she hoping to find?
Coincidentally, she’s right - chloe hasn’t been practicing but that’s not really the point.
What kills me about this is that she NEVER even asked Chloe what was up. She never took chloe aside and wanted to know why she hadn’t practiced her violin. Not once. She never even casually asked Chloe, in front of people what was up. Why is she calling me up, interrupting MY work to ask me what kind of nefarious activities are going on at home that are keeping chloe from practicing PLUCKING her violin?!
I think I need to call her back and find out if there’s something going on at school that is preventing Chloe from learning how to play the violin.

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