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I have been sent to work this morning with a mission from Jessica. I am to find a nice present for her teacher, Miss B. It has NOT to say anything close to “Best Teacher.” It MAY say “Best Teacher in P6″ if I want, as Miss B was the ONLY P6 teacher. Do you get the impression Jessica didn’t really like Miss B?
In the car on the way to school I asked her who was the best teacher in the school. Seemingly Miss D (P7) is. From a parental point of view Miss D is an excellent teacher. She takes no prisoners and was instrumental in getting the whole school to pull up its socks and most of the P7 children leave to go to grammar schools. I asked Jessica if Miss D wasn’t too strict. Nope, she is great (says the girl who hasn’t had her as a teacher yet!) and not as strict as Mrs C the P1 teacher.
“Ah, Mrs C only seemed strict to you because you had never met ‘strict’ before P1″ I explained, but she wasn’t falling for that one.
Then I realised Jessica has managed to get to the end of P6 without being told that Mrs C and Aunty Lesley went to school together.
“REALLY?”
“Yup, Mrs C and Aunty Lesley were best friends in big school and when David had to take in a family photo of himself in P1 Mrs C saw Aunty Lesley and told David she knew this lady.”
“REALLY?”
“Yes, REALLY Jessica! Do you think that grown ups don’t remember their friends from all that long ago? Do you think our memory slips in just those few *coughs* years?”
“Are you SURE? Mrs C and Aunty Lesley were friends?”
“Yes. Jessica. I. Am. Sure.” (between gritted teeth and losing interest in the topic.) “Why do you not believe me?”
Drummmm roollll
“Because Mrs C looks WAY OLDER than Aunty Lesley.”
Ta Da! I give you my daughter: her Aunty Lesley’s favourite niece!
