- I had a pupil, Emma 12, in my form. Pleasant pupil, no issues about middle for everything. Parents separated - which wasn’t as common in the early 80s as it is now.
I was early 20s , and looking back, a bit green and obviously inexperienced.
Parents evening. Parents back together for the meeting. Started very civilised until something minor cropped up. They start arguing, I’m not involved - almost a gooseberry in all of this. He was pulling rank on his wife, blaming her. (She had custody) Fair old row - not to Boris’ level but a few minutes. I wasn’t quite sure how to resolve it/move matters on. It died out on but it was an event to be remembered.
Wind the clock on 30 years..... Bumped into a, single, friend at a social event and she introduces me to her new boyfriend. We talk and realise that his daughter went to the school I taught in and that she was in my form. After they went it clicked who he was.... the same man. Still as self important.
- In my mid 50s now. Older and wiser. Adil had been underperforming for years. Always made excuses and flashed his eyes at his mum who’d forgive anything, believed any excuse.
Parents separated and only mum came to parents evenings. ‘Sorry Haider can’t make it, he's very important in IT you know’. We decided to ask him directly. So y10 parents evening he came in. All very matey. He too was concerned about Adil’s laziness and lack of progress.
So would I mind sending him a daily email about what Advil had done each day, homework set, progress made.
This would have meant finding half a dozen different teachers every night, getting a resumè of Adil’s work and putting this in an email. (As well as my normal end of day jobs)
‘Sorry that’s just not possible.’ Told them both that they need to talk to him.