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Date: 31 January 2006 17:03:27
Poor J. She's come all this way on a mercy dash, only to be taken ill when she gets here with sickness and dia.. dia... oh, you know what you get with sickness! So not only is she not much help with the children, but she also is devastated not to be able to go in and see Dad at all.
It looks like he'll be staying in the hospital a bit longer. They want to do a scan. Doesn't sound good. But no good worrying until there's something definite to worry about. At least it got me out of parents evenings this evening as I had to collect the children and will need to go a-visiting.
I love parents' evening, actually, apart from the fact that there's no consultation about whether it's a convenient evening or anything, you simply have to be there and that's it. It's fascinating seeing the parents for the first time and finding out whether they're like you expected. It's a bit daunting sometimes - I always spend the day beforehand worritting about what moans and complaints they'll make and how they'll respond to any criticism of their child's performance or behaviour. But they almost always turn out to be lovely. And after all, when you enjoy the teaching side of the job, it's great to chat with the people for whom that child is the most important, especially if you're able to reassure them of the child's progress. I had that chance several times in the firs part of the evening... and even the Year Five parents were able to sympathise with the frustrations of teaching sixteen children to whom you give the instruction "draw four different t-shirts on your piece of paper", only to find that they haven't the foggiest what to do! Needless to say, the parents that you really ought to see are never the ones who come in.
Right, coat on, shoes on, and off to collect Smudgelet from pottery and go to visit Dad.