Sunday, February 5, 2012

title pic Is there an app for this?

Posted by dulwichmum on Sat 4 February 2012

The children at my daughter’s school are so very clever (grinds teeth). It seems like only yesterday that my baby girl bounced in the front door and announced that she had won the annual school poetry competition…

Oh yes, after that we had weeks of stress (dabs tear from eye).

The poppet claimed to have been shocked to have won the competition, amazed as she had no recollection of entering the competition at all. She was, she claimed, entirely unfamiliar with the rhyme submitted in her name (looks guiltily at husband)… For weeks she threatened to expose us, right up until parents evening when she recited the poem for the damn governors. James feared he had developed a gastric ulcer! Freya was the lucky owner of a new iPad (grinds teeth).

Today as I stood at the school gates, next to a perfect mummy who I know so well. Her darling bounced out of the school gates and announced: “Mummy, I appear to have won the school poetry competition!”

“Good for you sweetie” chirped her mother, kissing the poppet heartily on the cheek. “But mummy, I haven’t seen that poem before”… OHMYGOD!

Nothing is new (smirk). These poppets are clever enough to extort money from their parents but not clever enough to write their own damn poetry (shakes fist at sky). Bill Gates is laughing at us from the heavens.

title pic Homework

Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 26 January 2012

My darling poppet, Freya, tripped out from school on Friday, deep in conversation with a dimpled, pint sized chum;

“I feel it is unfair that Olympia has clearly stolen her poem for the poetry competition from a book.”

“I believe the practice is referred to as plagiarism” added Iris, very seriously (I should speak to her mother, she is developing a frown line).

“It is supposed to be original work, that is the entire point of the competition!” asserted Freya. “That poem is far too good for an eight year old girl to have written. It makes a mockery of the entire competition, it is not an even playing field”, her little face going red and her voice becoming raised (I can see a career as an international human rights lawyer with reach!).

“Exactly my point” cried Iris. “Why can’t Olympia have her father write the poem like everyone else”…

OHMYGOD!

NOTE TO SELF: Speak to James – URGENTLY! If my poppet is to succeed in life, she needs to get a taste for winning from her early years. Freya may never achieve a thing in life if we don’t take drastic action (dabs tear from eye)! James will have to personally complete her homework for the foreseeable future, clearly!

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