This is parent teacher conference week. We had conferences after school yesterday from 4 to 7:30: a 12 hour day for me.
We hold conferences in the cafagymatorium. It doesn't seem to have heat. I left feeling a bit like a popsicle! We go again tonight, and I'm thinking of packing a lap blanket.
And I saw the parents of 17 students last night. (17 out of 85!) Spring conferences tend to pull in fewer parents. They came last fall so they could see what the teachers looked like. Tentacles? Fangs? Third eye in the middle of the forehead? They discover we're fairly harmless and don't always return in the spring.
There is one perk to parent teacher conferences that I love. It seems like there is always one set of parents who don't like their student's grade very much. They don't necessarily blame the teacher, but usually start in on one bad habit their kid has that makes them mad: talks too much, a procrastinator, unorganized, or maybe sloppy. After they finish berating the child to me, I like to smile at them and ask sweetly, "OK, so which one of you does he/she take after?" There is almost always a bemused grin and one of them will admit to it, while the other points the finger. Yep. Most nuts don't fall far from the tree!