When I was a kid growing up, the thought of getting in trouble at school never entered my mind. It wasn't because I was afraid of trouble, it was because I was raised with a healthy fear of my parents. Don't get me wrong, I was not abused or mistreated in any way. I was never beaten or injured by my mom and dad. I was, however, punished when I did wrong, and if the teacher had called to say that I had, then I was punished for it. My parents would not argue with the teacher. They never muttered, "Not my son." They took the word of the teacher as the gospel and punished me for what I had done.
Those days seem to be gone forever. Now kids have no troulbe lying to their parents about what happened, and sadly, parents have no trouble believing them. It is amazing the lies that children will weave to avoid trouble at home. I have had parents ask me if I actually cussed at their child or threatened them. I sit almost slack jawed as I listen to what these kids tell their parents, and then have to defend myself to them. I am forced to listen to parents rant and rave about what their child has endured at my malicious hands. And when I tell the parents that what they heard is total and utter nonsense, the most common reply is, "My child would not lie to me." Time to wake up Slappy, not only are they lying, but the tapestry of lies they are weaving would rival anything Christo would throw over Central Park in the name of art. Understand that your child is just that, a child. They have been lying since they could consciously think. They created an imaginary friend to take the dive for them, they have blamed mythical and natural creatures for their misdeeds. They have even been known to fabricate evidence to cover their unspanked butts. So yes Virginia, they will lie to you.
The other great excuse is the medication. I am betting that most of these kids have a medicine chest at home that looks similar to Judy Garlands over night bag. Elvis would be jealous of the sheer volume that some of these kids use. I am tired of hearing that I was called a F*cking A**hole because a child had not taken his Flintstones chewable thorazine that morning. It is amazing how many doctors prescribe Riddlin, but at the same time, can't seem the dosage right. if they did, I wouldn't have to listen to how the bird little Jimmy shot me was because Dr. Mengle was screwing with the dosage while taking time away from flaying the skin off of twins. I tell them that I took Riddlin as a kid, it was the back of my dad's hand. I didn't require a daily dosage, he gave it to me when I needed it, and it worked quite well.
Ultimately, the responsibility for raising your kids falls to you, dear parents, not to the schools. We have barely enough time to cover the basics and to get them prepared for standardized tests. We do not have the time to teach them that "Kiss my ass," is not a functional answer. After all, if I can't say it to your kid, they can't say it to me.