It was the “Meet the teachers” afternoon at D’s college today (she’s 14). As the first appt was a while after school finished, we arranged to meet D outside the college then she could show us around. Get to the college, meet up and start to walk toward the main doors. As we are moving very close to the entrance, I ask D when the last appt was. “Science at 3:50pm, we have to wait for half an hour for that one” she says. “Oh” say I, “Pity it wasn’t french, we could have skipped it”. At that point, the woman right in front of me as we are going in through the doors looks straight at me. And I mean LOOKS*. As we get inside, I mention this to D – she is instantly horrified as that woman was the Head of the french dept. Oh dear … I’m in the doghouse already.
The first appt was with the Humanities teacher … didn’t have a Humanities teacher when I was at school. D was NOT impressed when I mentioned that I hated Religious Education at school and used to truant those days.
Another appt was with the Art teacher …. I asked what I thought was a straightforward question “How can you mark Art ? All I ever see is the likes of Brian Sewell on the TV spouting twaddle.” Despite the daggers from D, the teacher did explain the marking criteria, and very sound it is too.
I wonder if I will be invited to the next lot of “Meet the Teacher” ?
*I swear her head spun 180° while she moved forward.