Tag Archives: Patsy Traynor
Woodhaven Observer Article: Kindergarten Teacher Returns To School
Kindergarten teacher returns to school; kids and parents “overjoyed.” PTA president claims it’s a bad example to kids to allow unfit teachers in classroom. Kindergarteners at Woodhaven Elementary finally got to meet their teacher this week when long-time educator Cybelle … Continue reading
#86 – Where the heart is
I twist around in the passenger seat of our rented car, which Oliver is driving at 25mph past some M1 roadworks, and look at the children. All three are fast asleep, their mouths slightly open. Jack is snoring. If only … Continue reading
#85 – A trick of the light
Talk about déjà vu. January last year, all over again. I sit on an uncomfortable plastic chair on one side of a teacher’s desk. On the other side of the desk, in a larger, more padded chair, sits Patsy Traynor: … Continue reading
#84 – Stages of youth
“No. For the last time, she can’t come to school with us,” I say to Jack, as I lock the front door behind us and start to hustle the three children into the car. “We’re already late. You want to … Continue reading
#39 – Sugar and spice, and all things lice
“Yes, you are going to school this afternoon, sweetheart. And you’re staying to lunch first, but remember – it’s not like proper school today. It’s a just a Valentine’s party. You like parties, don’t you?” Jack fixes me with a suspicious stare. … Continue reading
#36 – Filthy cash, dirty deeds
“Have a seat,” Patsy says, waving at the hard wooden chair on the other side of her desk. I’ve been in Patsy’s office only once before, when I enrolled Jack at the nursery school. It’s a small room with a … Continue reading
#35 – A big piranha in a small pond
Even a week after the ultrasound, I can hardly take it in. Twins? Me? I phone Mum to tell her about it, of course, and regret it immediately. She means to be helpful and encouraging, but it never works out … Continue reading
#26 – Coffee break at the village water cooler
“He’ll be fine with Patsy here,” Maggie says. “Take no notice. He’ll stop the minute you walk out of the door.” I look back at Jack, who’s wriggling and yelling in the preschool teacher’s arms. “Mummeeee! Don’t goooo!” Tears run … Continue reading