Destiny's children
The evil daughter was awarded the school drama prize last night. To anybody who has any concept of what living with her is like, this should come as no surprise. It's a cliché but that girl lives to make a drama out of a crisis. If no crisis pre-exists, she can whip one up at a moment's notice. And very well she does it too.
She was given a £10 book token, with which she was supposed to buy a book (derrrrrrr), that should then have been presented to her. However, as she wanted Jordan's biography we agreed, after some fairly animated discussion, that there is a time and a place for the tabloid and the bimbo-esque, but this just wasn't it. So she just got the token handed over again and she can sneak off incognito to buy it at her leisure.
We had a bit of another to-do before we went though, as a letter from the school had come for the boy and I had failed to forward it to him at uni. I feared he was going to be presented with something in his absence. But a quick phone call to the lad saw the letter opened and it turns out the Sixth Form leavers' prize-giving is in December. Just as well we opened it though, as he's getting three prizes: a special one for being a smart arse and getting straight A's, Public Speaking, and Philosophy & Theology.
I'm obviously proud as punch of the pair of them, but all this prize-giving brought to mind a parents' evening some 10 years ago at their Prep School. Both of them at the age of six had, in their turn, been in the same classroom with the same teacher. And a remarkable woman I now know her to have been.
It was a big old building and the main door from the classroom to the hallway used to stick.
"None of the children can open that door," she told me, "and all of them cry because of it. I don't have it fixed because it tells me a lot about them... The difference between yours is that your son used to cry because he couldn't open the door. Whereas, your daughter cries because the door won't open for her!"
This as you may understand was incredibly perceptive of her, but she went on to describe their characters in great depth and with what turns out to have been an uncanny line in prophesy. She finished by referring to them affectionately as the Actress and the Bishop.
Wow! Was she good or what?
She was given a £10 book token, with which she was supposed to buy a book (derrrrrrr), that should then have been presented to her. However, as she wanted Jordan's biography we agreed, after some fairly animated discussion, that there is a time and a place for the tabloid and the bimbo-esque, but this just wasn't it. So she just got the token handed over again and she can sneak off incognito to buy it at her leisure.
We had a bit of another to-do before we went though, as a letter from the school had come for the boy and I had failed to forward it to him at uni. I feared he was going to be presented with something in his absence. But a quick phone call to the lad saw the letter opened and it turns out the Sixth Form leavers' prize-giving is in December. Just as well we opened it though, as he's getting three prizes: a special one for being a smart arse and getting straight A's, Public Speaking, and Philosophy & Theology.
I'm obviously proud as punch of the pair of them, but all this prize-giving brought to mind a parents' evening some 10 years ago at their Prep School. Both of them at the age of six had, in their turn, been in the same classroom with the same teacher. And a remarkable woman I now know her to have been.
It was a big old building and the main door from the classroom to the hallway used to stick.
"None of the children can open that door," she told me, "and all of them cry because of it. I don't have it fixed because it tells me a lot about them... The difference between yours is that your son used to cry because he couldn't open the door. Whereas, your daughter cries because the door won't open for her!"
This as you may understand was incredibly perceptive of her, but she went on to describe their characters in great depth and with what turns out to have been an uncanny line in prophesy. She finished by referring to them affectionately as the Actress and the Bishop.
Wow! Was she good or what?
posted by Gavin Corder at 9:30 AM
9 Comments:
Lol, she sounds like just the teacher you'd want your children to have.
Don't kid yourself Ian, the Jordan book is for Gav...he's brainwashed his poor daughter!
You must be really thrilled Gav.
Good luck to the both of them.
And as for the teacher, there are some who are simply inspirational and brilliant.
I was very lucky to have had some great teachers in my time,especially the one who gave me a cuddle after I'd run away from school for doing a naughty thing! I was very upset and only a little girl! Miss Sutherland made it all better.
K x
Well done to your kids Gav, they often turn up trumps for you. As old Mr Grace would say " you all did really, really well"
Thanks for the kind words all of you (except Span who is sulking)!
Have you noticed the link between us bloggers and our incredibly bright kids, seriously!
(The dyslexia thing too as there is a genius/dyslexia link)
Crikey Lucy, are you getting Poppins Syndrome too? Sarnia and Mags are riddled with it!
Poppins?
In popping up in unexpected places;
or
Bragging about the kids?
Guilty!
Being Practically Perfect!
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