Today is obviously the day for School Trauma. 
I have just emailed DD2's Head of French (not her actual teacher) to say to him that as DD2 has now had six (6, vi) years of French teaching, including four years actually living in France, where she managed to get herself around and did some activities in French that she needs not to be learning how to say "My name is..." and "Please can you tell me the way to the station?" but doing something that will a) engage her and b) stretch her. Apparently the class is not streamed, so she (and others who have done lots of French, including one girl who is, err, French) is in a class with complete beginners.
Then I emailed DD1's maths teacher, to tell her that the reason DD1 had not handed in her homework, was that she was off sick when it was set...
And now about to email DD2's house parent to tell her of DD2's "pets" as DD2 doesn't want to...
Hope the meeting with Stroppy Teacher went well, Rose. I do get tired of teachers who also patronise parents and address them as if they were the duller witted members of the class.
And looking forward to the next exciting instalment of hot lesbetarian action, MI.