Firstly, I was impressed to see that someone was reading this waffle. JB pointed out my incorrect use of the superlative and I thank him.
My language is suffering and I put this down to a child-like enthusiasm for writing without a care for the results. Perhaps I am around children too much and do not really used my brain. My report to myself- must try harder and get over it as we are human.
I have no idea why a discussion on the finer point of the English language is so satisfying. I suppose I must apply those 4 famous words I ask my mother to use, "must get out more" or accept the fact that language is glorious and its working a guilty pleasure.
So, I had the initial teacher-parent conference regarding my older daughter (I have but 2 yet it feels more so comparative and not superlative).
I was brutally honest- she is capable, easily distracted, chatty, unable to sit still, has problems listening, needs challenging and a firm foot behind her to guide her in the right direction.
I am not quite sure that teachers are used to such bluntness. I am sure that some are utterly blinded by their offspring and could never speak ill of them but I am a realist.
I do not believe that children are angels and can do no wrong. I find most small children to be quite cruel and evil to one another in the most hurtful of ways. Why would I deny this side of their personalities?
It will be interesting to see how she is placed and whether she can do what is required without the tantrums or a feeling that school is tough and she is hard done by. I must make her read and we are not talking War and Peace as light bed-time reading but something with teeth should that make sense. I think bribery will play a role but luckily there is ice cream in the fridge.
I have no idea where this is going but I promised myself that once the older of the girls went back to school I would set myself a little homework and write a little each day. I am finding it therapeutic.
I would love to digress about politics and social concerns but there is not much to report.
Breakfast with friends which was punctuated by a fire alarm that sounded like crickets on speed not once but thrice! Errands- yawn.
Blogging is a form of escapism and I like it. Yes I have been sucked into the whole Twilight thing but have read other books too- promise. I finished Donna Tartt's The Secret History and Jill Dawson's The Great Lover. These were amazing reads with great plots, good character development and language that was so beautiful it almost made you cry.
As a digression- see there is no point to this whatsoever- The Great Lover is a fictional life of the poet Rupert Brooke and is set in Edwardian England. There is use of actual poems and letters from his life but used in a fictional setting. The poems are glorious. Rupert Brooke was a WWI poet. His most famous lines are,
"IF I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England....."
But you know what? NO vampires and no moody Robert Pattinson so I came crawling back to the Twilight saga. I may have to hide these books. It is almost an addiction.
Bollocks- just looked at the time- gotta dash.
Just remember- 3 or more superlative- 2 comparative.
All mistakes are my own!
So I will go and see what mischief my younger daughter has wreaked and maybe sneak in a little visit with the Cullens.
Friday, August 28, 2009
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