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Dear Educator, Stop. Dear God just stop…

It’s eleven o’clock at  night.  The homework folder is already completed because I am a responsible adult and can read/follow instructions.  A reminder to send in a folder is not necessary, two is too much.  Especially at this time of night.  Would you call or show up at my house to remind me to sign a folder?  I didn’t think so.  A text is just as intrusive.  Adults should not have their hand held and you are not responsible for making sure that folder is in there.  We are. 

Would anyone die if that folder was late?

The fifteen text in two hours this weekend was obnoxious enough.  A text at 1:30 in the morning on Sunday? GO TO BED! You have over twenty something second graders in a few hours, get some sleep. Aren’t you married and have kids? They need you. GO TO BED.  Yes you are a wonderful teacher.  Yes you are dedicated. We are grateful for that. But this is over kill.  
While we’re at the over communication subject: I’m pretty sure between your class and the school an entire Amazon rainforest was killed in a glorious rainbow fashion.  I have a dozen emails in my box from just this week, at least three dozen texts because, again, we are responsible and involved.  Enough already.  I know everyone is not as responsible, but stop babysitting adults.  If they haven’t gotten one avenue of communication then they won’t get the others. Stand up for yourself and let them take the consequences.  Quit punishing us who are responsible with irritating over kill of communication.  Leave it at the door and be a human being after hours.  Let us be one too.

Sincerely,

Unsubscribing and formerly informed

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  1. Leave. Us. Alone. lol
    My work does this too. Two weeks ago, after receiving a 6am Sunday morning text (after which I never went back to sleep), I passive aggressively ignored the text until Monday. :)

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  2. Um yeah would have done that too.

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  3. And yes I unsubscribed to the torturous device.

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