Everything went black for a moment. I copied the two messages into the file transfer assistant and stared at them for a good five minutes, just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

This was really sent by a student's parent!

Almost instantly, I felt like my temples were about to explode! I've been teaching for five years and have taught hundreds of students, but never encountered something like this.

Is this the attitude a parent should have when communicating with a teacher?

Even if we take a step back and say I'm not a teacher, just an ordinary member of this parent's social circle, she still can't come right out and curse at me and my family!

Fury surged through me, and I couldn't care less about titles or positions anymore.

I rolled up my sleeves and started typing: "Mrs. Anderson, did you take the wrong medication this morning? If so, I can call 911 right now to get your brain treated before it completely malfunctions. If not, I suggest you get that foul mouth checked, because it's stinking up the place even through the screen."

"And of course, I can help you book an appointment. It'll just cost you $250, which is exactly what you're worth."

After saying this, I took a screenshot and blocked her.

I tossed the screenshot into the class group chat and, in one swift move, kicked Mrs. Anderson out of the group.

From beginning to end, Mrs. Anderson didn't get another chance to spew her venom.

Instead, quite a few parents in the group stepped up to support me.

"Ms. Lawrence works so hard. Her class came first in the midterms again, and my Chloe always says how patient and engaging her teaching is. A teacher like her deserves respect from parents!"

"Support! My Ryan also says Ms. Lawrence is a patient and great teacher!"

"My Hannah used to struggle with math, but since joining Ms. Lawrence's class, she's grown to love it and scored 91 this time. We fully support Ms. Lawrence!"

I sent a few rose emojis and a grateful expression in the group, not saying much more.

Because I wasn't sure if there were other parents in the group as insane as Mrs. Anderson.

Just as I finished, before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, my phone buzzed with a stream of text messages.

They were from an unknown number, sending insulting messages.

No need to guess—it was Mrs. Anderson with a new number, trying to make my life miserable again.

I took screenshots to keep as evidence, just about to engage in another round of verbal combat, when suddenly, Director Vance called me.

"Ms. Lawrence, do you even realize what you've done?"

Director Vance's voice was hoarse from yelling, "Apologize to Mrs. Anderson right now! You're a teacher; how can you stoop to a parent's level?"

What?

So I'm just a teacher in this world, not even considered a person?

Who could put up with being cursed at like that?

"Wait a minute!"

Director Vance suddenly stopped shouting. "Oh no, the parent just messaged me. She said she's already called the police!"

I was dumbfounded. Shouldn't I be the one calling the police?