Well, it's now the morning after the night before - no, sadly I haven't been on a drinking binge and suffered the consequences - I'm recovering from the dreaded Open Evening. That is the one night early in the school year when the school is open for parents to visit with their little darlings and decide if they want to send little Johnny or little Suzy to our school. It always feels like a form of prostitution, because we end up feeling obliged to put on quite a show to encourage them to come to US and not the amazing comprehensive down the road.
The reality of the day is that I am at school from my usual 7.30 am and then have to stay there until nearly 9pm at night - during the last lesson of the day parents start to arrive to watch 'real' lessons in action - but they never get to see the grotty lessons, because the understanding is that if your door is shut, parents should not be brought in- I still have memories from an Open Afternoon/Evening about 4 years ago when one boy in my bottom set class had managed to rally the class together and arranged that as soon as a parent appeared they would kick off big time - I've never felt so embarassed in all my life! The boy was later punished, but the parent didn't get to see that. Mind you, they probably got a good idea of what the school can be like, so hopefully it put her off sending her little angel to us!
From 3.30 to 6.00 we busily set about organising our 'area' - for my subject that entailed a French cafe plus various displays in the other rooms - we also end up minding the kids who've volunteered to help us (for many it is just a big jolly and they just run around visiting friends during the evening, leaving just the good students and the teachers to do the actual work!) - in theory there is food made available to staff, but often we don't actually get to the staff room, as we need to supervise these e-number hyped up kids, who shouldn't actually be with us until 5.30, but prefer to stay on from the end of the school day, which makes our job twice as hard.
None of this is helped when your line manager (can't call them Head of Dept now) is very good at a) doing disappearing acts b) ignoring any supervisory responsiblities for the students he's booked to help c) not told anyone in the 'subject area' what is planned for the night, even though there are 2 new members of staff, one who has never done an Open Evening before - expecting all to appear by magic d) doesn't call a meeting about the Open Evening until 3.30 on the day in question!!!
Luckily for him, I'd already talked the other 2 through the expectations and we had already organised food etc for the event and worked out the costings and how it would all function - we nearly didn't, to see how he would handle a non-event - but sadly we are all too professional and couldn't let the 'subject area' down.
One of the good things about this time of year is how quickly any repair jobs are suddenly sorted out - I've been after the caretaker to change the light bulbs in my room, as they were nearly all going, so it looked very dark and dismal - as well as the leak in the roof, which has been going on all year and if there is a downpour, I have to put a bucket on my desk to avoid being dripped on - and suddenly all the above are sorted out - because we can't have the parents seeing the school in a bad light! I had almost hoped that they hadn't fixed these issues and that it had rained hard last night - I'd love to see the expressions as I stood with a bucket to catch the drips!!
Talking to the parents can also be a very interesting experience indeed - I often have to bite my tongue, as they wander in, chewing gum, baseball caps in place and dripping in 'bling' - then announce that 'it's only languages" and state "I weren't no good at French when I was at school" (oh, how tempting to comment on their inability to speak English either!) You also get there little 'angels' who wander round with the obligatory gum, fiddling with things they shouldn't - and you are forced to stand there with an innane grin on your face, as if you think 'little Johnny' is a real sweetheart and you'd love to have the pleasure of teaching him next year. We also get the repetition of the same questions - it becomes like Groundhog Day - as they have walked past all the signs with the information on, they've ignored what their 'tour guides' have told them - and then ask "so which languages can they learn?" - I so want to shout "read the signs!!!" but no, the innane grin continues and I reply as if I've never heard this question before.
Thankfully today is my day off - one of the benefits of working part-time is that I can get the chance to recover from days like this - although I have a busy day ahead, it is nothing like dealing with 30 teenagers at a time for 5 hours -everything is like relaxation in comparison!
Ah well - at least that date is now ticked off the calendar for another year - the next 'meet the public' occasion isn't until January, when I get to talk to some parents about their delightful offspring!