Retired teacher’s brutally honest words on parents criticizing the system has many people applauding: Do you think she’s right?

We can all agree that the educational systems of many countries have to undergo reforms, but as long as the parents blame the teachers for every failure of their children and don’t question their parenting, nothing really could be changed.

One retired teacher had it enough of listening everyone criticizing the system and the educators so she decided to tell parents to think again before pointing their fingers towards the educational system.

In order for more people to read her words, she published them in a newspaper. Needless to say, what she had to say has gone viral and turned into an Internet hit.

Read her post here:

“As a retired teacher, I am sick of people who know nothing about public schools or have not been in a classroom recently deciding how to fix our education system.

The teachers are not the problem! Parents are the problem! They are not teaching their children manners, respect or even general knowledge of how to get along with others. The children come to school in shoes that cost more than the teacher’s entire outfit, but have no pencil or paper. Who provides them? The teachers often provide them out of their own pockets.

When you look at schools that are “failing,” look at the parents and students. Do parents come to parent nights? Do they talk with teachers regularly? Do they make sure their children are prepared by having the necessary supplies? Do they make sure their children do their homework?

Do they have working telephone numbers? Do the students take notes in class? Do they do their homework? Do the students listen in class, or are they the sources of class disruptions?

When you look at these factors, you will see that it is not schools that are failing but the parents. Teachers cannot do their jobs and the parents’ job. Until parent step up and do their job, nothing is going to get better!”

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