The Progression of the Parent-Teacher Marathon

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Parent-Teacher Conferences. Ya gotta love them - - - whether you are a parent or a teacher.

Here's how our day progressed:

Early in the afternoon all was order, all was reason, all was controlled.


If a particular teacher was busy with one conference, other parents waited their turn patiently - - - - even eagerly. There was always someone else available to help them chat away their wait.


Early in the afternoon when there were those occasional lulls between conferences,


Each teacher was content to make their lists - - -


Check them twice - - -


Try to figure out who's naughty and who's nice.


But sometime mid-afternoon, things changed. At first it was subtle. At first it was just a casual abandon of work and lists and conferences. Lappies were being used for things OTHER than school essentials.

(How do you think I got all these pictures edited and resized and ready to post?????)


Then as one looked around they began to notice that some teachers were no longer even making a PRETENSE of working. They were out right loafing.

Possibly even pulling pranks on their fellow teachers. I won't mention any names here, but the words "Shelli" and "Tim" come strongly to mind - - -


Many teachers were turning to strong caffeinated drinks, just for moral support.


Others lost it completely - - - - doing such strange things that I wouldn't even DARE to hint at them here - - - -


Then eyes glazed over - - -


And finally there was utter and total collapse.

And now, I have this fine property in the heart of Florida - - - - who would like to chat with me about buying it???
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