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
Brilliant Sam! :)
ReplyDeleteExcept I didn't give you all '1's...
ReplyDeleteOhh true...Though you did not give me '1's, I have heard you come under the category 1, The "Mr. Fernando" interview conductor...
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