Those that can’t teach

Yes, I know there’s meant to be a comma before that final word, but I have purposely omitted it. We are fed up to the back teeth with the Boy’s rotten DT teacher who, at parents’ evenings, has been full of praise and enthusiasm and advice, but has let the Boy dig himself into a hole with his final project and not stopped him digging ever deeper. We (parents) have to decide whether to bin his work entirely and start again, or try to resurrect what we can and make the best of it. As it has to be finished by the end of next week option B is looking the most likely. Boy got very upset when the problems were gently pointed out, and fullscale war raged in Genie Towers for some days until he was reassured that we weren’t cross with him, we were cross with his teacher.

He’s been encouraged to have wonderful extravagant ideas, yet Mr Uselessgit has not pointed out that the school doesn’t have a) supplies of materials (which take 4 weeks to be ordered and delivered, yet in ‘real life’ I could get stuff delivered overnight if I wanted) or b) the facilities his design needs to manipulate these materials. So the poor lad’s been busting a gut trying to make-do-and-mend for months without guidance and it’s only in these last few days that we’ve seen what’s happening.

I am just so angry I could lynch Mr Uselessgit. What the wombat has he been playing at? Why the archdeacon has he not stepped in before now? It’s what he’s paid to do, for frying pan’s sake.

It’s just as well the Boy has parents who care.