Now add “great actress” to the job description for being a Mother. I don’t have another school concert left in me. Sitting on a cold metal folding chair, directly behind your ex husband and his girlfriend, while listening to seven year olds play “Oh Susannah” on violins- and not looking horrified? That requires the kind of acting challenge usually reserved for Meryl Streep. I don’t want to break my son’s spirit. I want him to try new things and discover hidden talents. I just want him to do this out of my ear shot! This kind of pageantry is the ultimate revenge designed by teachers who have had enough of obnoxious parents. It’s the perfect response you to the Mom’s and Dad’s who’ve made the teacher lives a living hell. “You think I’m not a good teacher? Think about it some more while chaffing on cold metal to the sweet sounds of poorly tuned instruments.” It’s actually a brilliant strategy. I wish I could lock a few people in the school gym and force them to listen to me blow my own horn!!