I don't say too much about school. I never actually know who might read this, but as this is more about me than anything else.....here goes.
Early yesterday morning, a mum of one of my students, bailed me up and gabbled something about needing a photocopy of something to give to the child's dad.
I must have looked quite bewildered as I searched through the piles of paper stacked on my desk, but as I really had no idea what she was burbling on about, there was little chance I could help her.
Furthermore she was being quite pushy and I was feeling vague and particularly dumb. I explained that the teacher I shared the class with would probably know exactly what she wanted and that I would leave a note for her to sort it out on Monday.
Fortunately sometime during the day, the missing documents appeared mysteriously on my desk. I made a mental note that when I found a minute between teaching and crowd controlling I'd try and find out what needed photocopying. As most of the teachers among you would know, the minute didn't arrive until right at the end of the day when I was endeavouring to clear my desk.
Then I made the, " small town gaff", which was bound to happen...........
Clutching the now photocopied documents I preceded to relate the early morning incident.
"You know this morning I had this woman come in, ..................'s mum , she really was quite officious...."
and before I could say another word in that vein, my colleague had grabbed me by the arm, giving it a squeeze and said, "that's my sister-in -law, don't say anymore."
Yes, of course, I had broken the unwritten rule, do not say anything about anyone, unless you know exactly who they are and more importantly, who they might be related to.
Luckily the teacher next door is great, and lovely. I think, I hope..........
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