Reasons Why Children Don’t Want to Go to School

There are, VALID reasons, that a lot of parents don’t notice, when their kid said they didn’t want to go to school anymore, translated…

The day right after school started, my son announced to us, that his “experimentation of going to school” had, ended. We were both, shocked, and after talking to him long-term, he’d finally, agreed, to force himself to go to school again, but only for half a day, and thankfully, his teacher was, more than tolerant, agreed, that we could, slowly, catch up to the schedules of the rest of the class.

And, the days passed smoothly for a few days, something happened, and, it’d, shed light onto why my son didn’t want to go to school.

As school lets out that day, I’d arrived early to the outside of the preschool class, there was a child from the neighboring classrooms who’d wetted himself, standing in the hallways, the teacher who was next to the child started laughing hysterically, called aloud, “I will tell the other teachers you’d peed your pants!”, and my son’s teacher was just, accompanying him out of the class, and bore witness to all of it, and, chimed in, “Wow, you’d, peed your pants!”, and, seeing that four year old who’d started wailing so loudly, I couldn’t help but wonder, is preschool, the children’s first taste of how cruel the world is?

There’s that mixture of laughter and crying, making my son uncomfortable, and, urged me to go, to ignore “those odd people” (the teachers who were, laughing hysterically). We’d chatted for a bit after we got home, he’d said, “the teachers were awful, they shouldn’t, make fun of children like that.”

I’d told my friends this incident, and, it’d, roused up the bad memories, some had even recalled how on the first day of school, the teacher had, swung open the bathroom doors, he’d started wailing, and, as the teacher and his mom learned, they’d laughed so hard and loud, the very next day, he’d, refused to go to school again, and in the end, his parents transferred him to another school. And, there were no separating stalls in the bathrooms of the kindergartens they’d attended, no door either, and, although he was only three or four, he’d, never gone to the toilets at school ever.

What made everybody upset the most was, the attitude to which these kindergarten or preschool teachers taught the children with, and their lack of professionalism. There’s a very high professionalism in the work of a teacher, the work requirements are very demanding, just like the other professions, but, it’s entirely, luck that parents would have teachers with the professionalism, and enough understanding of the needs of children, I’d heard how a friend switched her child in and out of three preschools, although it was difficult, but, finally, her son stopped hating school. Another friend who had a special needs child, after researching, her son went to the regular classroom of the teacher who’d taught him in his special eds class, and, even as the child had, spit out his food onto the teacher’s head, smashed her glasses, this instructor who knew the behaviors of children with attention-deficit never got angry, and, a decade later, the student was still, well connected with the instructor, and they’d gotten together from time to time.

As I was going to school, I’d thought, that that was what the schools and teachers were like, but, seeing how those four-year-olds carried their backpacks, I started pondering, as a mother, can I only, pray hard, that my son has, a good enough teacher? I’d decided to have a teacher I knew, to relay to the preschool teachers that “laughing about children who wetted themselves” is improper, or maybe, they’d needed that wakeup call from a bystander; I will keep on, interacting with my own son, that on this road to school, as you stepped onto a landmine, you either, disarm it, or you run like hell when you couldn’t disarm.

For instance, as the teacher told the kid who’d cried for four days straight, “You keep on crying, I’ll tell your grandfather to pick you up even later!” I’d needed to clarify, that the teacher had, misspoken, because NOBODY would intentionally, pick up a child late, because everybody wanted to see their cherished babies as soon as they possibly can.

And so, this, just shows, how there are, AWFUL adults, whom you’d placed your trusts in, in looking after your own young, because in a class of say??? Fifteen to twenty young children, the teacher can’t give each and every one of them the individual attention they may need, and, it’s those kids who’d, “acted up” that get scolded most, those who’d, wetted themselves, or cried hard for their mamas due to separation anxiety that the teachers made fun of, and that’s just WRONG!!!