Last Monday was a very busy day for me in my Ortigas Center, Pasig City workplace. I had my hands full that day. My children Julian and Tania were with since hubby went to two offices for work. Julian was a little late in his writing activities and I had to resort to timing him do his tasks. Around 4pm, a student had a major tantrum, crying along the hallway leading to the therapy rooms. Now, what compounded the situation was there was a new student being evaluated by one of the speech therapists because it was not good for first impressions. Or so I thought.
Unbeknownst to me, my 4pm student Kitty, has her schoolmate (same grade, different section) from the nearby Christian school initialed GCF was there, being evaluated by our new male Occupational Therapist who will absorb majority of Yvette’s patients because she is going to Chicago at the end of the month.
Anyway, today, said school had a Breakfast Fellowship for Parents. When Kitty came for an earlier than usual schedule, her nanny asked to talk with me outside my room when Kitty was doing the drills I gave her. Apparently, the mother of the boy who went for an evaluation whose name sounds something like Cathy Han, approached Kitty’s nanny and asked her if there was another child in the center with the same name as her ward, Kitty. Nanny said as far as she was concerned, there was just Kitty and if there are any, she doesn’t know about it. What she said shocked me. Numbed me. Made my blood turn cold.
That this person who is a wife and a mother like me, whom I don’t know from Adam, whom I haven’t seen before, could say such things about me. What she said shocked me. Numbed me. Made my blood turn cold. Wait, didn’t I just write that? She said to Kitty’s nanny that she heard someone shout “Kitty! You don’t know this?!” during the brief minutes she stayed in the other room across mine. Well, since there was not another Kitty at that time (except for Kitty, a speech therapist who I can’t possibly be teaching) it can be inferred that it was ME she was talking about. Did I really shout? I don’t know, I don’t remember.
I asked Kitty if I did shout at her or if I do at all, she said no. I asked Julian just now who was in the room with me last Monday if he remembers if I shouted at Kitty and he said no too. Did I or didn’t I? That was not what really irked me, shocked me, numbed me and made my blood turn cold. I think I left out the part that when this person talked with Kitty’s nanny in school, there was another parent with her who made some remarks about the ineffectiveness of a tutor who shouts at a student because s/he will never learn. What was that again?
To make matters worse, Kitty told me that the son of Cathy Han approached her this morning to tell her that “Your tutor (well, that would be me) is shouting at you”. What the…? Would he have cultivated that thought all alone? Your guess is as good as mine.
Oh wait, did Cathy just instructed Kitty’s nanny in a phone call not to tell Kitty’s father what she just told her? Why? Shouldn’t he know about it? That his daughter Kitty was being shouted at by her tutor, who happened to be me?
Statements may be considered hearsay since I was not present when these were said but what would I do? Be silent about this?
As I have written, I do not know this person from Adam and she can say the same thing about me too. But who is she to say those things about me?
Why, Cathy Han, what have I done to you?
Did I offend you in any way that you resort to talk this way about me?
Did you ask Kitty if she is happy or otherwise with my dealings with her? Yes, you did ask her before why she is repeating her grade level, that I know of, because Kitty told me but in my opinion, that isn’t your business to ask.
My apologies to those who are still reading my rants till this point. I just needed to do this. Truth is I doubted myself, I cried when we were talking about it earlier today. I have a splitting headache since then and till now and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
For what’s it worth, I just hope you, Cathy, are happy about what happened.
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