Well they made it through the first term – just!
This year I decided to just hang back and not go up to the school to talk to the teachers during the term. I thought I would see how they go, let them find their place and see what happens.
I will now be going up every week in term two!
Parent / teacher interviews happened.
I nearly cried.
This was a very strange sensation for me.
So here’s what’s happened. Moomoo was struggling a bit during the term so I went to see his teacher. We had a chat and I asked her if she had read his file and knew of his issues (he was diagnosed with learning memory issues in Year 4 so I expect the teachers to read his file and know this – too much to ask?).
Me: Not super impressed.
OK it was only week 4 and I understand she is finding her way with the kids so I explained the diagnosis and asked to be kept in the loop blah blah blah
Fast forward to week 10 and it’s parent / teacher interview times. Now I know that Moomoo is no angel (this is apparent through most of my blogs ain’t it?) and he did get in a bit of strife through the term for not listening, drawing a picture of a bum (hehehe – oops naughty Moomoo) and general chit chat. Anyway, I’m sitting in the little chairs, at the little desk, there is a student teacher observing (yeah I had some issues with this too) and the teacher told me how Ryan just doesn’t listen, and talks to his mates and how his grades are pretty bad and then I just felt like crying.
I know my kid ain’t no angel I get it – I can work on his behaviour but as for the grades – we need some help!
For 6 years we’ve been told about Moomoos grades I get it but as I said to her – We need some help – what can you suggest?
Her suggestion – he needs to listen. Hey Captain Obvious – thanks for that!
My suggestions – separate the kid from his mates, put him closer to you, break down the instructions a little more, give him some extra work, I will be coming up every week to check on his progress and maybe we can just communicate a little more – anything else?
To say that this wasn’t my favourite parent / teacher ever is a little understatement.
And now I leave you with this……
‘Gee I’m glad I’m not a racehorse’ – Moomoo said as we were driving past a race course.
and this makes me giggle every single time I see it!