because all the
teachers had said how well I was doing. They had said my work was
very good. Several teachers had said I was doing far too much work,
and that I didn’t have to do as much. That doesn’t help because
they didn’t say how I could do less, or what I could leave out. I
asked mum if the geography teacher had said he would start to give
me proper marks. She said he didn’t mark that way, and preferred to
make comments on work. I asked if he had explained what the
difference was between ‘Good’ and ‘Very Good’. She said I shouldn’t
worry about that because the geography teacher was very pleased
with all of my work. I knew all of that before she went to the
parent’s evening. I still don’t know what was missing from my
second piece of work though. I asked her what the maths teacher had
said about showing the working out. He had said I would lose marks
in exams if I didn’t do it. I asked mum if she had said it wasn’t
fair. She had, but he had said that was just the way it was. The
biology teacher did say he would move the rat out of the classroom.
The P.E. teacher said I must keep trying different strokes.
*****
Angela's
Diary
This is déjà
vu. I must be losing my mind. I spend all my days worrying about
how Jamie is doing at school, but when I speak to his teachers,
they describe him as the perfect pupil. They could have been
reading from the same script as the headmaster. Perhaps it’s a
conspiracy to make me think I have lost my mind. They all appeared
to be sincere. They were full of praise for Jamie. They said he was
a well behaved, quiet boy. Without exception they all said his work
was excellent. Even in the lessons where there had been problems,
the teachers were still very positive. The biology teacher
explained he had given Jamie a number of warnings because he wasn’t
paying attention. He had made Jamie switch seats, but Jamie still
didn’t pay attention, so the teacher finally gave him a detention.
He couldn’t understand how Jamie had been unaware of it. I
explained the problem with the rat, and he said he would make sure
that it was taken out of the classroom. He said, despite the
detention, he was pleased with the standard of the work which Jamie
had presented. The maths teacher did say Jamie needs to learn how
to show working out, but he thought that would come with time. The
geography teacher confirmed what I already knew. That Jamie
shouldn’t worry about his marks because all of his work had been
excellent to date. The ICT teacher wasn’t there. I think he was off
ill. He might not have held Jamie in such high regard.
I tried to
tackle them about the homework situation. They all said the same
thing. The homework which they set shouldn’t take anywhere near as
long as Jamie spends on it. They also said Jamie could do much less
and still get good marks. I tried to explain to a couple of the
teachers just how stressed Jamie is in the mornings and evenings.
I’m not sure they believed me.
I thought Jamie
might be pleased to hear the glowing reports from his teachers. He
wasn’t interested. He said I was hopeless because I hadn’t been
able to get answers to the questions he had given me. I said he was
obviously doing well, and should stop worrying about everything. It
was like talking to a brick wall. I feel worse today, after hearing
glowing reports about Jamie, than I used to when the teachers were
critical of Lesley. Andrew sauntered in about eleven o’clock. He
didn’t even ask about the parents’ evening.
*****
Lesley's
Journal
Mum makes me
sick. When she came back from tram boy's parent's evening she was
full of it. All the teachers think he is great. He is so clever. He
is so hard working. The sun shines out of his arse apparently. It's
different when it's my parent's evening. All I get is grief for a
week afterwards. The miserable sod is still not happy though. He's
been whinging and whining all night long. He does my head in.
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teachers had said how well I was doing. They had said my work was
very good. Several teachers had said I was doing far too much work,
and that I didn’t have to do as much. That doesn’t help because
they didn’t say how I could do less, or what I could leave out. I
asked mum if the geography teacher had said he would start to give
me proper marks. She said he didn’t mark that way, and preferred to
make comments on work. I asked if he had explained what the
difference was between ‘Good’ and ‘Very Good’. She said I shouldn’t
worry about that because the geography teacher was very pleased
with all of my work. I knew all of that before she went to the
parent’s evening. I still don’t know what was missing from my
second piece of work though. I asked her what the maths teacher had
said about showing the working out. He had said I would lose marks
in exams if I didn’t do it. I asked mum if she had said it wasn’t
fair. She had, but he had said that was just the way it was. The
biology teacher did say he would move the rat out of the classroom.
The P.E. teacher said I must keep trying different strokes.
*****
Angela's
Diary
This is déjà
vu. I must be losing my mind. I spend all my days worrying about
how Jamie is doing at school, but when I speak to his teachers,
they describe him as the perfect pupil. They could have been
reading from the same script as the headmaster. Perhaps it’s a
conspiracy to make me think I have lost my mind. They all appeared
to be sincere. They were full of praise for Jamie. They said he was
a well behaved, quiet boy. Without exception they all said his work
was excellent. Even in the lessons where there had been problems,
the teachers were still very positive. The biology teacher
explained he had given Jamie a number of warnings because he wasn’t
paying attention. He had made Jamie switch seats, but Jamie still
didn’t pay attention, so the teacher finally gave him a detention.
He couldn’t understand how Jamie had been unaware of it. I
explained the problem with the rat, and he said he would make sure
that it was taken out of the classroom. He said, despite the
detention, he was pleased with the standard of the work which Jamie
had presented. The maths teacher did say Jamie needs to learn how
to show working out, but he thought that would come with time. The
geography teacher confirmed what I already knew. That Jamie
shouldn’t worry about his marks because all of his work had been
excellent to date. The ICT teacher wasn’t there. I think he was off
ill. He might not have held Jamie in such high regard.
I tried to
tackle them about the homework situation. They all said the same
thing. The homework which they set shouldn’t take anywhere near as
long as Jamie spends on it. They also said Jamie could do much less
and still get good marks. I tried to explain to a couple of the
teachers just how stressed Jamie is in the mornings and evenings.
I’m not sure they believed me.
I thought Jamie
might be pleased to hear the glowing reports from his teachers. He
wasn’t interested. He said I was hopeless because I hadn’t been
able to get answers to the questions he had given me. I said he was
obviously doing well, and should stop worrying about everything. It
was like talking to a brick wall. I feel worse today, after hearing
glowing reports about Jamie, than I used to when the teachers were
critical of Lesley. Andrew sauntered in about eleven o’clock. He
didn’t even ask about the parents’ evening.
*****
Lesley's
Journal
Mum makes me
sick. When she came back from tram boy's parent's evening she was
full of it. All the teachers think he is great. He is so clever. He
is so hard working. The sun shines out of his arse apparently. It's
different when it's my parent's evening. All I get is grief for a
week afterwards. The miserable sod is still not happy though. He's
been whinging and whining all night long. He does my head in.
5th
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