Today the kids were off school so that they could hold parent-teacher conferences.
At the elementary school, this was easy: I just went to my kids’ classrooms at the scheduled time and spoke to their teachers. Little Boy and Little Girl were happy to show me everything at their school.
At the middle school with Boo, it was a little different. They have so many kids that they held the conferences “arena-style,” which is not a term I was familiar with.
“Arena-style” turned out to mean that all the teachers were in the gym together and the parents were supposed to go to each table and speak to teachers individually if they wanted. When Boo and I came into the building, I was met with some nice ladies at a table who asked me which grade my child was in, and then they directed me accordingly.
Although I felt slightly clueless navigating this system, I soon figured it out. Still, at least I didn’t do as badly as the dad who came in after me.
- Nice Ladies: What grade?
- Dad: Uh..Sixth?
- Kid: SEVENTH, Dad!
THAT’S gotta hurt…