Tin hat securely fastened, here we go...
You know those ‘Best Teacher Ever’ gifts that proliferate in Poundland & the likes in the run-up to the end of the school year? Well, in my dreams I’d like to create an alternative version, for the adopted children and their parents among us, titled “Worst Teacher Ever”. I’d pay a small fortune to have this imprinted on a mug for the Y6 teacher who told my registered blind child (who retains 10 per cent of her vision) to “suck it up and stop complaining” because she was unable to access the white board in direct sunlight (said blind child is also photo sensitive) because the three slightly short-sighted glasses wearing children in the class could “see the board fine”. This is the same teacher who kept forgetting to tell the peripatetic PE teacher that my daughter had been registered blind and had no depth perception or peripheral vision and so could not access fast-moving ball games - when it was a half term of rugby and football and she kept getting hurt by balls being thrown in her face. So many horror stories, so little patience and so ready for Y7.
And the teachers can sing for any type of present!