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Sundae 05-01-2011 10:44 AM

Our teachers aren't allowed to accept alcohol.
I'm not sure of the exact reason why. Obviously there are already rules in place re not being under the influence of drink or drugs on the premises, so it's not that.

They go into a locked cupboard and are brought out for staff parties. Which oddly enough it seems CAN be held on the premesis (leaving do's, Quiz Nights etc - all held in the evening and with no children present).

Colour me puzzled.

Tulip 05-01-2011 11:04 AM

Heheheh....I was only kidding around. :p: Having alcohol on school grounds hardly seem appropriate.

Sundae 05-01-2011 11:10 AM

Sorry - I seem so clueless recently whether people are serious or joking.
When I was in secondary school (12-16) it was customary for the teachers involved in the school plays to get gifts of wine & flowers (the female staff) or whiskey (the Music Director).

And that was with money contributed by the pupils!

Tulip 05-01-2011 12:24 PM

well, who knows. Maybe it would be okay. I can try ask the teacher. :D

monster 05-01-2011 04:43 PM

No alcohol allowed on school premises, period. Opened, unopened.....none. I occasionally read British books where the parents slope off to the beer tent on sports day -and the beer tent is run as a fundraiser! :lol:

Sundae 05-02-2011 06:46 AM

We have a beer tent at the May Fayre!
They sell lager, bitter, cider, Pimms and wine.

There is a pub at the end of the road the school is on, and they bring an outside bar. I understand - I may be wrong - the school charges them a flat fee, as on a hot day it's a real draw for Dads and encourages them to spend more money elsewhere!
It's a good deal for the pub anyway, as they also give away promotional vouchers. This encourages family diners (who are valuable) who see the pub every day but might not think to eat there because they associate it with the school run.

It's not seen as any different to having an ice cream van at the Fayre. Although they are forbidden (I think by law?) to ply their trade near the school at any other time.

The BBQ & hotdogs and soft drinks are all run by the PTA as fundraisers of course.

ETA - Monster! No bottle Tombola?!
Years 2 and 6 traditionally supply these prizes, although Muslim/ teetotal families are assured they can bring any other items in.
It's something to see a 10 year old walking into the office insouciantly carrying a bottle of Baileys or a four-pack of Stella.

monster 05-02-2011 06:54 AM

no Tombolas here at all

Sundae 05-02-2011 07:00 AM

Sigh.

Front porch, neighbourhood music festivals - tick
Progressive schools - tick
Great swim teams and ice hockey - tick
No TOMBOLA? Argh - cultural wasteland!

monster 05-02-2011 07:03 AM

:lol: yeah. But it's gambling, doncha know..... gambling and alcohol.....works of the devil!

infinite monkey 05-02-2011 07:13 AM

Catholic school festivals: beer and gambling.

Need I say more?

monster 05-02-2011 07:20 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by infinite monkey (Post 729649)
Catholic school festivals: beer and gambling.

Need I say more?

But Catholic Schools are separate from the state........ where's rkz? ;)

infinite monkey 05-02-2011 08:00 AM

Ahhh, good. Because I like beer and gambling. ;)

Wonderful teachers:

Sister N: elementary school principal. What a lady!
Mrs G: 5th grade
Mrs S: 8th grade literature
Mr G: high school math
Mr W: high school history and current events
Mr M: high school advanced english and french

And I don't want to forget the wonderful high school librarian. He got a lot of crap from people, he was not a great looking man, and he had a beautiful wife. Looking back, he was probably a hippie in his day. He would lead me towards books he thought I'd like.

Not good teachers:

Sister F in 3rd grade (after coming back to school after my kitty got hit on the road and I rode in the back of the station wagon with him and he was all smashed up, but I said it would be OK because he went to heaven and she starts yelling "ANIMALS DON'T HAVE SOULS..." Mom talked to her, this poor child cried for two days straight. Have you no empathy?

Mr G: freshman english. Meh
Mr P: high school world history. Meh
Mr G: high school political sciences: always challenging me to argue. Then would say "why don't you tell your mom and have her come in and yell at me?" to which I replied "my mom taught me to fight my own battles, thank you very much. Now, about how you're wrong." (WEll, except for the 3rd grade incident...mom fought for me then! I was just a little kid.)

To all the dedicated, good teachers out there...good on you. It can't be easy.

Sundae 05-02-2011 08:00 AM

Re alcohol and gambling - this is a C of E school!
What can I say, we Brits just hate our children.

footfootfoot 05-02-2011 05:37 PM

handjob in a stationary closet?

Tulip 05-02-2011 05:56 PM

So, I thought I'd treat the teachers to pizza for lunch. Called the school, first lady: yes, all kindergarten teachers eat at the same time. Art, Music, and PE teachers? I don't know, please call back at 8AM. Okay, so I called back at 8. Another lady told me: No, the teachers don't eat at the same time. Who is your kid's teacher? She eats at 10:55PM. You should talk to her. Art, Music, and PE teachers? Let me transfer you. It went to voicemail. I don't leave messages cuz hardly anyone ever returs my call. :rolleyes: So I figured, screw it. They're getting cookies. Takes some of my time but will save me money. The teachers got cookies from me for Christmas, and they will get them again now. I'll be known as C***'s cookie aunt. :D Hmm....actually, only his main teacher knows I'm the one who gave the cookies. Rest of his teachers thanked his parents. Oh wait, except for the PE's TA. She came to the classroom and thanked me personally. I think teacher's assistants are underappreciated.


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