The english language, its a funny thing really isn't it. The kid had a great day in school on Friday. English class resulted in the following conversation. They are studying some book about a car salesman who has an affair. The word promiscuous comes up. The teacher writes it on the board and asks everyone if they know what it means. The kid pipes up with "Its someone who has sex with lots of different people without caring or summat" Cue shocked expressions from some of the girls:
"Ya what? We thought it was mysterious like, cause of the Nelly Furtardo song, Promiscuous like" The teacher managed to supress her laughter. As did the Kid.
Herself and her man were together a month on Friday. He bought her flowers. Cute. I think I'll give him longer then christmas. Mammy2 is giving him until Halloween. Which is a tad harsh I think. Tonight they head to Lacuna Coil, she's all excited about it. She seems to have calmed down a lot since coming home sick last week. The PT meeting went well. Mostly the same from all the teachers. Good student, just misses a lot of days. The art teacher seems to think she's eccentric but because she's so good, lets her away with a lot more then the other students. She's worried though that she won't get the A in her final exam. Apparently only 3% of the students all over Ireland get the A and its a hard grade to achieve. She's happy enough with her art, just the length of time it takes her to draw. Because she's a perfectionist, she spends ages on one part and this will work against her in
an exam with a time limit. Fun times ahead trying to get her to rush her life drawings. Cue lots of pencil throwing and tantrums. She is 17 after all.
Her french teacher is a lovely lady, she had the kid for English last year and still appears to have an interest in how she's doing on general. She was all chat about what does the kid want to do after school, what her plans are etc. We did manage to get her to talk a bit about french. When we could get a word in edgeways.
We skipped the PE teacher, I doubt she even knows what the kid looks like. Whilst sitting waiting for another parent to finish talking to the biology teacher, myself and Mammy2 were amazed at the fact that not once but twice the mother's phone rang and she answered it? To discuss what time the hairdresser was calling around at to put hair extensions in for her daughter. Firstly, switch your bloody phone off? This teacher is taking the time to talk to you about your daughter's eduction and you are on the phone talking hair styles? Another parent had her daughter with her? Whilst talking to the teacher? Its called Parent-Teacher meeting? Not Parent-Teacher-Daughter meeting.
It was exhausting though. Talking to each of the teachers. Most of them commented on how she was sick quite a bit. By the end of it, we were feeling positive. If we could just get her to attend school more. When we got home, we had a chat with her. Mammy2 headed to the gym and I helped her with her maths. Although she was in a a bit of a mood. When she gets like this, its best to leave her to it. Of course, when you don't react, she pushes buttons and can come out with very hurtful things. Eventually she gave up on it and worked on the maths with me. Differeciation. First principles. I love maths. She's starting to like it a bit more. When she has the patience to sit down and work through it. She got most of her work done over the weekend. She has an english essay due for Thursday and was working on the plan last night. She has an irish test tomorrow which she's confident enough about. Perhaps this week might be a full week. Who knows!
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