I don't remember doing that much written work when I was six; I remember singing, painting, watching TV programmes about Victorians and drawing on the board in differently coloured chalk. Well, it was the seventies!
Anyway, when it was our turn we entered daughter's classsroom and listened to her teacher tell us about daughter's achievements, potential and targets. All good stuff and I was starting to feel immensely proud and just a little bit smug. Then we get to "Personal and Social Stuff" (not the official school term for it).
Her teacher tells us that daughter has perfectionist tendencies, displays anxiety when she can't achieve her own high standards and gets upset when given constructive criticism.
Wonder who she inherited that from?
Oops!
Oops!
6 comments:
It's ok....ours takes after his mother in that department, too.
DOH!!! monkey see monkey do (not that that refers to any chimp-like tendencies you understand!!!)
just a saying!
we do become our mothers. that's just the way it is!
bit of a juxtaposition there, what if you had said "No you are wrong about that, of course we can accept criticism" !!!
PS don't they use coloured chalks anymore? What do the teachers throw at the kids when they aren't listening then?
Ouch!..
Better to have massively high standards than none at all, I say!
I should perhaps sign this as Mrs Anal rather than Mrs Average.
I must admit I had a chuckle whilst reading this!
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