Tiredallthetimelaura · Today 21:10
pollyglot · Today 21:00
Oh dear, , not the sharpest highlighter in the box, are we? What a very silly bunch of comments. I have said on numerous occasions that I was a teacher for 47 years. An extremely successful one, in fact...the number of "failures" (a word I hate to use, as it simply means passing through the draughting gates of public exams), at Common Entrance and Scholarship, GCSEs, A Levels, including the Cambridge International A and A2 exams, I can count on one hand. Mostly As and As. One student in the Cambridge International A2 exam was top in the WORLD in Classical Studies. Not only an outstanding pass rate, but happy and fulfilled students. At Prep School, we played games. Running games, dancing, marching, battle re-enactments. Roman legions v. Barbarians in the woods after dark...resulting in occasional sprained ankles, scratches...you know, actual injuries. No-one cared. It's part of being a kid.*
When I first came to the UK, I was shocked at how "pulpy" British kids were. Flabby, pale, over-protected, precious. Now I know why. They are not allowed to take risks. I notice though that private school parents are a great deal more accepting, and never make a fuss...Broken finger? Oh dear, well, he won't do THAT again.
Of course teachers can make mistakes - I just don't think the gross exaggeration helps. My son's yr 7 PE teacher refused to believe that his asthma was too bad to do cross-country, and forced him to run. He almost died. Now that is an issue to make a fuss about, and I did. Lessons were learned.
Your just nasty! Oh and just for reference , my daughter also has chronic asthma and does cross country for her school and she's never complained once! That's called RESILIENCE!
As you can tell she's very sporty, she enjoys games, competitions and thrives at being competitive... on the field!
Not in a music lesson where her only crime was not knowing the answer to a question!
"Your(sic) just nasty", OP? For stating the truth?
I am prepared to bet that your daughter has not had eleven near-death experiences with her asthma. Unconscious, blue, not breathing, voided bowels and bladder, blue-lighted to hospital for a week on oxygen and massive doses of prednisone. Has she?
Has she ever staggered in from the garden, blue-lipped, tears gushing, gasping
"Mummy, don't let me die", and then passing out and ceasing to breathe?
Well, has she?
Don't tell me about asthmatic children. I have lived through the nightmare.
And yet my son continued to live an active life, and I had to believe that all would be well. "Keep the faith", my oncologist brother told me. He went hunting deer overnight in the remote bush, surfing, swimming champ. And very, very empathetic to others' pain as a result of his experience.
Oh, and the paediatrician warned me that his growth and fertility would be affected by the 80-mg doses of prednisone. He's 6'4, 100 kg, has 6 children.