Thursday, December 9, 2010
It’s the end of a very big year for teachers. They’ve no doubt been ripped a new one by either Principal or parent at some point during the year for some ridiculous reason. Without doubt they are over algebra, spelling tests and Frosty the fucking snow man and just want to go the hell home.
And we, as parents need to recognise, the fact that they have had our children for 6 hours a day, 5 days a week for roughly 44 weeks of a year. Probably more waking hours than you and I when you think about it. Of course, it is our God given right as parents to whinge profusely about the amount of holidays our kids and their teachers receive but let’s be honest, we’re all just pissed we weren’t more onto it when carving out our own career paths.
But seriously, I prepare enough teachers Tax returns to see that they, like so, so many of our undervalued public servants, need to be paid more. I mean, they hold the most important job in their hands. Whether you have children or not, surely it is obvious that these guys have one of the most significant jobs in the land? A good teacher is worth more than any FIFA world cup bid or footbridge, yet the government still seem oblivious to this. To keep good people, you must reward. Anyhoo, I will just stand down from my red soapbox now because this is not what this post is supposed about.
It’s about alcohol. And the gifting of said alcohol. Well teacher gifts anyway.
Sam has 4 teachers. Unusual yes, but he has 3 teachers who jobshare his class and one main SEU (Special Education Unit) Teacher. Hence, they received two massive boxes of Cadbury Favourites between them. Maddison had a top teacher this year who also was a chocolate fiend. Jacks, well I know what Jack is like. I knew she’d need medicating. So I asked around and apparently her drink of choice is Vodka.
We've rolled up to the drive-thru BWS with the kids fully freaking out. “Why are we here?” “You said we were getting Miss Jo a present!” “All they sell in this place is ALCOHOL!!” Yes kids, natures remedy for a god awful day. Something with which I think Miss Jo is all too familiar with.
This morning, Jack ran in, all fresh faced, happy as Larry, excited to find his teacher in the playground and present her with a bottle of very nice “Bodka” He practically screamed across to her “Miss Jo!!!, we have some alkyhole for you!!!! But I don’t want you to have a hangover!" Cue wailing. Oh. Dear. Note well, there is no way he learned about hangovers from his mother. None at all.
What do you do for the teachers?