Last night I had to go and speak to my teenage son’s teachers at his school. He has started his first year of GCSE’s so it was just to be kept informed of how he was doing.
All a bit embarrassing really – there was no problem at all with him – generally he could work a bit harder, but frankly, who couldn’t? It was more that I managed on several occasions to present myself as a completely clueless rubbish mother.
Earlier in the day, his piano teacher had wanted to know what Grade he was up to and what precise year at school he was in -I didn’t know the answer to either question….which was frankly astonishing.
Then my ex-husband and I spoke to his English teacher. He asked whether he was thinking of doing the subject for A level (no idea) and whether he was more inclined to the Arts or the Sciences. I said, “well, he certainly doesn’t get his maths ability from me because I’m rubbish at all the sciences – I was quite good at English though”. But then, for some reason I decided to tell him about the time I was talking to a friend about how I was thinking about doing English A level – 2 days later I phoned her to say “I’ve just remembered I did do English as an A level!”. He didn’t think that was terribly funny. Then I said, “of course you were always much more into the Sciences”, looking at my ex. “No I wasn’t” he said. “I did Arts”. “But you did Maths A level”. “No I didn’t” – I dropped out after two weeks and changed to English, History and Drama”. “Oh Sorry”.
On to the Spanish teacher – where I so nearly mentioned that we might go to Spain in the summer – he had a lisp and I was thinking how useful a lisp must be for speaking Spanish. It was only after we had shaken hands and moved on to the next language teacher that I realised that we had in fact been talking to the French teacher.
Tue, Jan 22, 2008
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