I have broken my record. My record is that during the last school year I have been very polite to Teachers/Headmasters and all those that dwell in the 'Biosphere' that is School. I have bitten my lip. I have been reasonable in the face of adversity and have given all those people whose names begin with a T a long rope. I have not once stamped my foot, I have written letters, dealt with bullying in a calm and quiet manner and even the sarcasm that spills from a frustrated teacher's mouth. I have been very, very good and was proud of myself until today.
Today was the first day back at school for The Git. He looked very smart, new white shirt, tie, clean trousers but the shoes were a bit scruffy. The Git has the feet of a Hobbit. We were referred to a foot specialist at The Royal Cornwall Hospital last year to fit him with 'NHS' shoes as I could not find anything in the shops. The Specialist could not fit him and held his hands up, suggesting 'Skate Boarding ' Shoes as by the time the specialist shoe maker made The Git's shoes he would have grown out of them. This problem has long been recorded in his Primary School records, which his College obviously refuse to read! I have always try to stick to black but it is difficult and each time new shoes are called for we spend about a week trying to find them. I usually manage the 'Black' except for some small logo. Compounding the problem is The Git's aversion to the smell of shoes. If they don't smell right then they are dust. Pa took him shopping for his last pair of school shoes and he ( not The Git) needed a large Brandy after that trip!
We have been away so much this Summer and it is MY fault that I did not face up to the shoe shopping trip before now. Right! That's my confession done. Josh has been wearing a pair of plain black Skate Shoes for the last TWO terms and they are now tatty and need replacing. He wore them today and I was a little embarrassed, saying to Josh, we would go shopping this weekend.
I picked him up from School, delighted to see him and asked if he had, had a good day? 'Erm.... Mr X said I should not wear these shoes to school and if you didn't take me shopping for new shoes, he would and you could pay him back! I am not vindictive so will not mention this guy by name but, can I also say that he is a Ginger Midget Shite! - now known as GMS on this Blog. Whoa....I was tired from lack of sleep, grumpy that my hair would not behave and I only had the bare minimum of make up on! On top of that my arm throbbed as I could not take serious painkillers until I got The Git home. Not in a great place then to deal with the GMS.
The poor deluded GMS was on Traffic duty and I tried to explain, somewhat frostily about the problem with The Git's feet. He was not listening to me and said in his most imperious manner that only 'Black Leather Shoes would do'. Feck! it was like waving a Red Rag to a Bull. 'Fine' I snapped ' you already have a Doctors note in his school records, but obviously, being a Sports teacher, you are unable to read'. Oh man, I am such a a bad Muse. I continued...'Tell you what, I'll provide you with ANOTHER one and then I'll pin it to your Rugby shirt in case you don't get the message! By the way' I said ' have you missed having a moan for the last six weeks? - did the wife get upset because you were whinging at her instead of your pupils?'
Oh, oh, oh, I am very very embarrassed by my loss of temper. I asked the GMS why he had offered to take The Git shopping? He then dug himself into a bigger hole by trying to suggest that I was in financial difficulty and so had suggested HE buy the shoes. Fecking little GMS. I think I actually growled at him at that point.
The point of this Blog is to say that I get my son to school 9 times out of 10. He hates school and compared to Robartes, his wonderful Primary School, which was such a positive force in his life, The College is a huge negative with very tired, jaded teachers who don't give an F! I want my son to be in a positive environment. I am not being precious here but I think he might get on a lot better if certain people gave him an inch of space.
Okay, she says, that's me done now. Sorry folks but there is nowt more cathartic than blogging. Please forgive my dread fullness and obviously you will need to pray for my soul!
Namaste
Muse x
No comments:
Post a Comment