One part of my job that I can't stand is feeling like I am whittled down to nothing by parents. I'm sorry I didn't alert you to the grade problems your child was having. But it is midterm and this is the grade check. This is when you see where your child is. I wish that I could help you sooner with this, but between helping your child in my class, getting ready for standardized testing, grading papers, spending my Easter Sunday at school getting plans together, and sleeping...I just now got my grades in. Why do I have to be brought to tears over that? Why can't I enjoy my job? Why do I want to run away from it today?