After putting my kid under hot lights and grilling him for several hours, I have learned the following: He feels his good name is being smeared. He did NOT talk to anyone. He DID, however, throw a piece of wadded up paper at the boy who threw them at his head first, but this was 20 minutes (or so, you know how 14-year-old-boy-time works) before the teacher got mad.
I told him he'd darned well better become the best behaved 9th grade Foods student this woman has ever seen in her 11 years in the Davis County School District or he'll end up with a triple-U in conduct like some kids did last year. And I won't be laughing at that.
But I WAS laughing last night. David kept telling Josh not to "distrub" him, and I was rolling. I'm afraid we all laughed a little too hard and I'm feeling a wee bit guilty. After all, this poor woman has to teach junior high kids all day every day, and that's enough to make me want to nominate her for a major award. And I told Josh that he has a responsibility to learn to show respect for each and every one of his teachers, even when they seem unreasonable. It's a necessary life lesson, and one I'd rather have him learn in Foods class than when dealing with a nasty boss.