‘Picture the scene. It’s five o’clock on a Thursday evening in the kitchen at dragondrop. Felix enters the room.
‘Hi Mama.’
‘Hi Felix.’
‘What’s for tea?’
‘Spanish stew.’
‘Yum, oh by the way it’s my parents evening tonight.’
‘What?’
‘Yeah, sorry I forgot to mention it before.’
Poor matt arrived home at five thirty and had ten minutes to inhale some dinner and get out of the house to go and stand in a hall filled with teachers and queues of parents squished together like sardines in a tin. As we only had an hour to spend at parents evening we had to hone our visiting list to just the essentials, those subjects Felix wanted to do at A’level. As we stood waiting for our turn I noticed a vacant table with a teachers name card on it.
Should I pretend to be that teacher we mused. Would any of the parents notice? Probably not was our conclusion. Especially if we gave the generic speech we always seem to hear. It goes a little like this.
‘(add child’s name) is doing OK but could do with being more organised. We predict a c/b grade at gcse but with a bit more hard work and revision feel (add child’s name) could definitely improve on this.’
Luckily though before we could test our theory the teacher we were waiting for became free and we sat down to discuss Felix. The conversation went a little like this.
‘Felix is doing OK, but could do with being more organised. We predict a……’