I've been to my last parents evening. I won't miss it, nor presentation nights and I'm looking forward to the ending of the school epistles that ping into my inbox.
There have been some memorable moments. Miss maths teachers brunette phase, the French teacher on learning that son2 was not continuing French delivering a speech about how he was locked in the submarine until the end of term whether he liked it or not. The chemistry teacher delivering the same impenetrable garbage about son2 as son1 with a year in between speeches, the nodding support teacher who never said anything, the imploring arts teacher who was clearly short of pupils for AS, the two sports teachers who it was impossible to find and who both looked like Hale and Pace and gave both mine low grades whilst failing to realize one was a County level Badminton player and both were high level competitive climbers but it didn't matter, rugby did and the few, like there always is, who made a defining difference: Adios parents evening, tick, done that, onwards and upwards until we achieve independent orbit.
There have been some memorable moments. Miss maths teachers brunette phase, the French teacher on learning that son2 was not continuing French delivering a speech about how he was locked in the submarine until the end of term whether he liked it or not. The chemistry teacher delivering the same impenetrable garbage about son2 as son1 with a year in between speeches, the nodding support teacher who never said anything, the imploring arts teacher who was clearly short of pupils for AS, the two sports teachers who it was impossible to find and who both looked like Hale and Pace and gave both mine low grades whilst failing to realize one was a County level Badminton player and both were high level competitive climbers but it didn't matter, rugby did and the few, like there always is, who made a defining difference: Adios parents evening, tick, done that, onwards and upwards until we achieve independent orbit.