"My first year as a teacher's assistant at a university, I received an email from the provost letting me know they’d received a call from a student’s mother. They told me that one of my students had gone to Florida for spring break, had gotten mugged, and was in a coma, so I couldn’t count any missed assignments against him for the rest of the semester.
"He was back in my class two days later without so much as a scratch on him! But he left halfway through class, when the police came to ask him about taking a minor across state lines without parental consent.""My cringiest parent-teacher conference was when the dad spent the entire conference staring at my breasts .
"As an update, though, I tried to give the kid a little more leniency after seeing what he had to deal with at home, but he never turned it around. He ended up failing 8th-grade science, along with almost every other subject. I moved districts after that year, so I don’t know if he had to repeat the grade or took summer school."