Where's the end?

Another installment of: I Decided To Teach College to Avoid This Type of Sh..oops.. Crap.

I had to send an e-mail to someone, the content of which boiled down to "No, I will not call that student's mother because she's upset that I did not respond to her son's e-mail in what she considered to be a timely fashion."

1) her son missed my four available weeks of advising times.  Four weeks.  Four. Weeks.

2) I had responded to his FIRST e-mail.

3) I had talked to him in the hallway.


But - of course - I'll drop what I'm doing now (you know - teaching the people who are in fact my students) to call this kid's mother "ASAP."

Speaking of - if I were to have entertained the idea of returning this phone call, federal guidlines prevent me from having a conversation with her about her son because he's an ADULT.