Today my daughter Emily came home and told me that her friend was bullied at school by her teacher. When her teacher thought the girl was being uncooperative she decided to have the rest of the class face her and sing Christmas carols at her. I'm happy my daughter refused. And walked out after her friend when she left the class sad. I'm also happy that she stood up to someone especially since it was particularly hard because it was her teacher, someone in authority over her.
I'm disgusted that she even has to take things into her own hands and make decisions like that. But her friend knows that she has one person on her side. And sometimes that makes all the difference in the world.
