Day from hell
Jan. 24th, 2007 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrTerribly busy at work, so I didn't get my exercise in. As I was doing that, I was simultaneously on the phone, trying to deal with some personal stuff that is all erupting at once.
I came home from work, exhausted and fried much more than usual, and Fiona was absolutely hysterical. She had discovered, since getting off the bus this afternoon, that the calendar project she has been working on in her graphic design class had disappeared. She remembered having it on the bus. She has put in three weeks of work on the piece--by hand, not on the computer, of course, and it is due tomorrow, the last night of the quarter. There is no back up copy.
I tried, dammit. We walked the route back to the bus stop again--Fiona had already walked it several times. I called the school district, which directed me to the bus company. They had the driver go out and look through the damn bus. No project. I felt like George Bailey, cross-examining Uncle Billy: "Did you put it in your binder? Did you give it to anybody? Did you put it down somewhere? Do we need to walk the route again? Where is that stupid calendar, Fiona, what did you do with it???" I wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled, because it is clear that she put it down somewhere, mindlessly, and her brain will absolutely not cough up the information of what she did with it, for god's sake, because she wasn't paying attention.
We don't have a phone number for the teacher, and the only e-mail address we have is for the school e-mail address. I had to get her calmed down and off to confirmation, and then to race to the dojo to get Delia there in time for pre-testing, while I was simultaneously on the phone with the bus company. And of course, because I was dealing with all this hysteria, we didn't get to eat dinner beforehand. Pick up the prescription, get gas--I finally had both girls picked up by 7:30.
Fiona is screwed, I suppose and will get a zero for the project. Ugly lesson learned.
I have a splitting headache.
I came home from work, exhausted and fried much more than usual, and Fiona was absolutely hysterical. She had discovered, since getting off the bus this afternoon, that the calendar project she has been working on in her graphic design class had disappeared. She remembered having it on the bus. She has put in three weeks of work on the piece--by hand, not on the computer, of course, and it is due tomorrow, the last night of the quarter. There is no back up copy.
I tried, dammit. We walked the route back to the bus stop again--Fiona had already walked it several times. I called the school district, which directed me to the bus company. They had the driver go out and look through the damn bus. No project. I felt like George Bailey, cross-examining Uncle Billy: "Did you put it in your binder? Did you give it to anybody? Did you put it down somewhere? Do we need to walk the route again? Where is that stupid calendar, Fiona, what did you do with it???" I wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled, because it is clear that she put it down somewhere, mindlessly, and her brain will absolutely not cough up the information of what she did with it, for god's sake, because she wasn't paying attention.
We don't have a phone number for the teacher, and the only e-mail address we have is for the school e-mail address. I had to get her calmed down and off to confirmation, and then to race to the dojo to get Delia there in time for pre-testing, while I was simultaneously on the phone with the bus company. And of course, because I was dealing with all this hysteria, we didn't get to eat dinner beforehand. Pick up the prescription, get gas--I finally had both girls picked up by 7:30.
Fiona is screwed, I suppose and will get a zero for the project. Ugly lesson learned.
I have a splitting headache.
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Date: 2007-01-25 03:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-25 03:15 am (UTC)But marks are just marks. Sometimes part of the lesson one can learn (in retrospect) is that it wasn't the heat death of the universe to get zero on a project because of a mistake.
I wonder if there's any chance that a kid who was on the bus after Fiona got off might have picked it up for her? Is the art teacher likely to be amused and/or sympathetic if he or she receives from Fiona instead a dashed-off-at-breakfast sketch or poem or letter imagining the route and location of the missing project? This may be one of those opportunities for Fiona to practise being her own advocate ... I always imagine art teachers as being sympathetic and flexible, but that may be an erroneous stereotype.
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Date: 2007-01-25 04:08 am (UTC)No, unfortunately, if it's the same art teacher that the younger children have. She was absent on Monday, though, so maybe with luck she's down with something like pneumonia and will still be out tomorrow. (I have observed her teach. She appears to loathe people in general and children in particular.)
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Date: 2007-01-25 03:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-25 05:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-25 05:35 am (UTC)Sympathies....
Date: 2007-01-25 06:16 am (UTC)I now have systems and lists to try and short-circuit that frustration. I hope you and Fiona can come up with some systems that work for her.
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Date: 2007-01-25 12:43 pm (UTC)Although, in the scheme of things, the 0 doeesn't matter one bit and a good lesson was learned.
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