I just received a letter from my child’s primary school, declaring that I have to attend a meeting because my six year old has a 92% attendance record. I find this absolutely disgraceful. My daughter spent the first three years of her life in and out of hospital, suffering various chest problems, and is now susceptible to any virus going around, due to her weakened chest and immune system. As a mother, I feel that if my child has been up all night, with a nose so blocked that she can barely breathe, and a constant cough, then it would be cruel to expect her to go to school the next day. How is she expected to concentrate, when only having gotten a few hours sleep the night before? If my child is ill, then they are not going to school. I don’t care about the figures the school expects, to give them a good rating. Maybe if they didn’t insist on you sending a sick child to school, then there would be less cases of the child getting ill in the first place. My elder child, refuses to take a day off no matter how ill she is, because her teacher has drummed into the children’s heads, that if they take a day off they are letting the school down. Talk about guilt trip! On one occasion, my eldest had bad stomach cramps, she was in tears but insisted on going. When I took her up to the classroom and told the teacher, he said don’t worry, I’ll take care of her. Any caring person would tell you to take her home. Is this what the school system has come to? Figures over the welfare of the children?
I recently went for a passport interview, and it is really quite a daunting experience. After removing your belongings, you get to go through metal detectors and then head off to your interview, where it’s like sitting an oral examination. They ask you all sorts of questions, and for someone like me who is rubbish with dates, it can be hard work. They expected me to know my parents full birth dates, and also the date they got married, I mean I wasn’t exactly around for that. I had to ask my mum for those dates when filling out the application in the first place! The most peculiar question I was asked, was the layout of my house. He wanted me to describe it, from the moment you walked through the front door. How the hell is that relevant to applying for a passport? Besides how would he know if I was lying or not, unless he had blue prints in front of him! The thing that gets me, is that they have your picture on screen in front of them, so they already know it is really you sitting in front of them. Besides all that, I have in fact been abroad five times in my youth, when I was on my mothers passport. I understand security reasons and all that, but the amount of questions I was asked, I half expected them to ask my underwear size! and they say its questions only you should know the answer to, I know my own date of birth and that of my children, I even know my own date of marriage, but my parents? That’s the dates they should know. Anyway I did receive my passport in the end, but I advise anyone going for an interview to revise your family’s history, because you never know what they are going to ask you :)
I finally got around to reading a book in my busy schedule
The accidental werewolf by Dakota Cassidy
When Marty Andrews gets bitten by a mangy mutt while walking her teacup poodle, her blond hair darkens, the hair on her legs starts growing at an alarming rate, and her mood swings put her dream job as a sales rep for Bobbie-Sue Cosmetics in serious jeopardy.
Then a drool-worthy man shows up at her door claiming that he accidentally bit Marty. And since he’s a werewolf, she is now, too. Thinking Keegan Flaherty is clearly insane, Marty refuses to believe a word until a kidnapping makes her realize there’s more at stake than just her highlights. And she must put her out-of-control life in the hands of the man who makes her blood run wild in more ways than one…
I loved this book! Marty and her constant witty comments kept me amused all the way through, as did the story line. There was a nice little twist in the plot that you wouldn’t have guessed, and I loved all of the characters, so much so, that I have already ordered my copy of book two in the series :) This series is a must read for all, and I’m already looking into the other books she has written, and adding them to my TBR pile. I love her writing style and the easy flow of the story, my only peeve is that you can only get the books in paperback edition, so instead of instant download to my kindle, I have to wait for it to be delivered :( But on the whole, a very enjoyable book, and one which I’m glad I decided to read, after my extremely long break from reading :)
The word ‘hate’ is used so frequently, either describing a dislike of a certain food or activity, or in confrontation. Children love to throw the word around, especially when quarreling and as teenagers, it seems to become their favorite word. But what about when describing a person? Is it wrong to say you ‘hate’ a person, and mean it? We’re taught from a young age about respect, discrimination, and love thy neigbour, but what if this person has done you wrong? What if they are the sole reason for making your life hell, sinking you into depression with their words and actions, causing you to feel meaningless and unworthy of any one’s affections. Is it wrong to use the word ‘hate’ against them? I don’t think so, people can be cruel, preying on the less fortunate, overweight and so called ugly people of this world. We all come across at least one person we dislike in our lifetime, whether they have wronged us, or someone we care about. So when people say to me ‘hate is such a strong word’ I ask them, ‘if someone murdered a person you hold dear to you, would you use it then? I know I would. Unfortunately we live in a world where ‘love thy neighbor’ just isn’t possible, it is all too easy to take a human life without remorse. You only have to turn on the news, to see just how many ‘hate’ driven crimes are in practice all over the country. Ask the families of these victims, whether or not they ‘hate’ the person who committed these crimes, I’m pretty sure of the answer.
I’m bringing this up, because I’ve just removed a splinter from my eight year old daughters finger. It was wedged in quite deep, and in the first stage of infection, with puss oozing out around it. Now she told me that it had started hurting her, after doing the class job of sharpening pencils for the teacher. I’m all for giving children a bit of responsibility, but it seems she is doing this everyday. Another job she has to do, is bring the trumpets back to class after their lesson in the hall. She goes with a small group, which isn’t big enough to carry one each, so it entails repeated trips back and forth.Now these trumpets are extremely heavy once in their cases, I’ve carried it myself when she brings it home so I can vouch for it. The case itself is almost the same height as my daughter! Why are these children made to travel across school, to retrieve these heavy objects? Surely that must be a job for an adult, my daughter also has the task of hauling it up two flights of stairs to her classroom. She has tripped and fell many times with the case, if she seriously hurts herself, are they not risking a claim against them, because I wouldn’t let them get away with it. I think it’s a disgrace that they make children do this. Is the teacher too lazy to go and get them himself?
I’ve also seen children being sent to retrieve the pack lunch boxes. Huge plastic containers filled with pack lunch bags, which are to be taken from the classroom, across to the dinner hall. Some of these classrooms, like my daughters, are up two flights of stairs. It takes two children to carry these boxes, and they struggle to hold it steady, as they manoeuvre their way across the school. Some are even as young as reception age. Am I the only one who thinks this is wrong? I don’t expect my young children, to haul a linen basket full of wet washing up and down my stairs. The weight is probably equivalent to that of the trumpet case, and I suspect the lunch container as well. These are not teenagers who can take on a bit of heavy lifting, they are small children as young as six years of age !!!!