Eldest just mentioned to me that her math class...remember, we've being having some trouble with the math teachers.....well, in her math class.....it seems that they are just winding up unit 7.
The book has 14 units.
Now this is a math teacher we are talking about.
Picture this: day one. September.
The math teacher cracks open the text book: page one. There is the table of contents. She counts the units (conveniently numbered) There are 14.
She opens one hand up and starts to list off the months, touching a finger for each: September, October, November, December, January...starting to sweat a little, she gets out the other hand. February, March, April, May, June.
She counts the fingers.
There are ten.
"Hemmmm" she thinks, "that means I need to do a little more than a unit every three weeks, lets say one every two and a half....."
Then she proceeds to take approximately five for each.
- I will grant that there were a number of substitute teachers, so this is not entirely her fault.
It is the fault of the head of studies who, despite having a brand-spanking new teacher followed up by a series of semi-competent substitutes, couldn't be fucking bothered to go and see if they are moving through the material at a reasonable pace. You know, all you have to do is check the test scores on the fucking computer. If in, say, February she is recording scores for unit, say, 5...it would seem you have a wee problem.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is teaching one-oh-fucking-ONE!
FINISH. THE. FUCKING. BOOK.
Now I get to go back into the school a.g.a.i.n.
What a bunch of damned clowns.
There are six weeks left. The text is in Catalan, no one in TO can pick up this slack.
Do you think it would be fair to ask the tutor to try to cover the last eight units in 6 hours of classes?
Lets see if he can do it, no?