I thought I was being so clever.
I asked for – and (to my pleasant surprise) received – the first appointment with the homeroom teacher at Sunday night’s parent-teacher meetings. The idea was to speak to the teacher before she started to run late.
And, indeed, I was in and out of there in under two minutes.
But there was a catch.
(There always is.)
You see, most of the subject teachers (i.e. morot miktzo’iyot for the Hebraically-oriented amongst you) had not yet arrived.
In other words, I had two choices:
1) I could sit around and wait for the other teachers to show up. Of course, by that time, a long line of parents would have assembled, and I would have been forced to wait even longer.
- OR -
2) I could go home without speaking to the other teachers.
See if you can guess which course of action I chose. (Hint: It wasn’t exactly the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make…)