School's return

Hello, Wantirna College students!

Well, the first blog day of term 2 has arrived, which is quite an exciting start to the new term at Wantirna. Today was the first day back, and I'm glad they chose Wednesday because it allowed us to run back to the knox at 12:35, rather than just come back to school cold turkey. This was a good idea, as it catered for the majority of the College's students, who treated the holidays as "foodcourt fortnight".

Surprisingly though, I was not affected by the foodcourt fad over the holidays. While many students were camping outside Hungry Jacks, I spent my time camping next to a family of rednecks, who constantly yelled at their kids to stop playing with their "toys" (empty wine cask "goon" bags) near the fire (probably cooking roadkill). Being educated at Wantirna College, I had never been taught about these interesting people, and made the quick assumption that they were probably from Tasmania. Apart from this, my holidays were spent polishing classical skills. Painting bowls of fruit, wine-making and Equestrian were on the first week's agenda.

Having been so busy for the two weeks, it was a relaxing day at Wantirna today. As I walked to into the school, it was a great feeling to see the year seven boys cringe as they endured girl-initiated awkard hugs. It was fantastic to see Mr. Lewis as he ran past me through the courtyard at an incredible speed. And on top of all things, it was great to finally return to to the royal quality of the canteen food.

Please join me next week as we discuss the arising issues of term 2 at Wantirna College in 2011! Don't worry about SAC study, the blog will guide you through the big one. It's bail or fail here peers,

Sam

Parent-teacher Interviews

Hello Wantirna college community! Well, today is Wednesday, hereby known as "blog day" (among other terms are Hump day, knox day, nap day, parma night and many more). Today we will be exploring some of the finer details of the week. In particular one event which stands out.

The week at Wantirna College has been relatively quiet, apart from a whole bunch of primary school students who arrived to visit, and shortly after bullied me into buying them all potato cakes. I also heard that many of the children suffered greatly from the locked toilets (and having lost all my potato cake money, I did not inform them of the "Salford Park Method"!), and were forced into near-miss situations. This week however, a new problem has arrived.

Well I'm assuming many of you by now have been locked up by your parents, starved for days, with nothing in your room but a toilet and small washbasin. Maybe your parents have set up a small court room in the living room, as mine often do...Or perhaps some of the more cunning have taken up the name "gonzalo" have fled on Donkeys to Mexico. The reason for this, my friends, is because of parent-teacher interviews on Tuesday!

Parent teacher interviews is among the most dreaded days on the Wantirna College calender. It is an inarguable day of terror, which involves teachers "meeting "the parents of students, though it is structured more like a series of five-minute police interrogations. At wantirna, there are three different kinds of teachers at interviews, each with an increasing level of danger:

1. The "Mr Fernando"

The kind of teacher who does not worry about the student's achievements, but instead uses the time to tell personal stories to parents.

2. The "Jekyl and Hyde"

The teacher who acts extremely nice to you in class, but during interviews suddenly becomes possessed by ruthlessness and criticism.

3. The "Relentless Pessimist" 

It doesn't matter how you go, this teacher will always have negative feedback and reccommendations for punishment to give to parents.

Yes, your son may be perfect, but he needs to lift his game!

Fortunately this year, I was given mostly category "1" teachers, whom my parents completely believed, and consequently I am not in a car-boot, travelling to Mexico. However, my heart goes out to all of you in the classes of level "3" teachers, who probably left the school in the back of their parents' home-made divvy vans, in handcuffs...It's lucky I swapped out of physics!

On a happier note, holidays are around the corner, which means Wantirna-free fun!

Consequently, this means blogging will cease until the first wednesday of term 2

Sam