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Just heard on Radio5 that to deal with truancy, Glenfield Infants school in Southampton, is offering parents a free curry voucher in return for their children attending school.


Is this not a school that is rewarding parents for purely meeting their legal obligation. This is surely bad parenting being rewarded by poor logic from poor schools.


Management of children seems to go from bad to worse. When I was at school, our school had big walls round the outside and you had zero chance of either getting out or being allowed out during the school day.

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BBW - I found out only recently that kids were allowed out of the school grounds in lunchtime to do pretty much whatever they want - if you let them out halfway through the day its not surprising some of them prefer not to come back. Lock them in from 9am tp 3pm I think.

Mick - I agree entirely. School should be a place where the teachers are in charge and not having to constantly compromise with it's pupils. When I was at school (I left secondary in 2000) it went like this;


"Sir/Miss I need to leave school at lunchtime to go home."


"Do you have a note from your parents or any consent from a member of staff to leave the school grounds?"


"No."


"Then you will remain on the school grounds until it's time to go home."


I know I slag off the Irish a tiny bit but I count myself lucky to have had a strict but fair/decent Irish headmaster who knew when I was up to something. Peter Walsh, Forest hill boys. He's retired but I'll never forget him and I saw him in Forest hill last month and I still called him Sir.

He called me by my first name. He remembers all of his flock past and present and he even asked after my brothers. When he was sworn in as headmaster when I was 13 he openly cried on stage but the school thought nothing less of him and the applause was literally deafening.


He wouldn't run away from me and whenever I bump into him I still feel as though I'm in uniform.

bigbadwolf Wrote:

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> He called me by my first name. He remembers all of

> his flock past and present and he even asked after

> my brothers. When he was sworn in as headmaster

> when I was 13 he openly cried on stage but the

> school thought nothing less of him and the

> applause was literally deafening.

>

> He wouldn't run away from me and whenever I bump

> into him I still feel as though I'm in uniform.


What kind of uniform?


A wolf in Sheep's clothing?

You are getting sentimental again BBW. My school had a headmistess, Sister Sheila, jeez she was a tough one. Not to be messed with.


My Dad was a teacher and in general he had the respect of most pupils - Its interesting when you leave school and bump into an old teacher, it seems they treat you as equal after you leave school, yet you feel the need to look up to them anyway, because you always did when you were at school.


Its good to see you respect your old head BBW. He sounds like an old Mr Chips.

I never played truant (or wagged as we call it in oz) besides the fact that my school would have brought the roof down upon me (strict catholic schooling my whole life) my mother would have made my life a living hell.. Twas far easier just to buck up and head to school every day..


I find it shocking that these kind of schemes even merit any thought..

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