Last night the school invited parents of next year's year sevens for an evening to see their little darling's form tutor and find out a little more about the school. This is a fantastic idea and one I'm sure the parents really appreciated. Unfortunately it produced high levels of anxiety amongst the relevant tutors. I can cope with talking to the kids with no stress at all but I find parents difficult. Especially en masse.

Each tutor had half an hour talking to the parents of their form all at once and it was hell. I suddenly felt very small and as though my throat was about to set a record for being the thinnest thing ever. It was like all my worst observations had come at once. I somehow survived with a little help from a Key Stage Three progress team member.

The highlight of the night was bumping into a parent of one of my year nines who congratulated me on my class's year nine SATs result. What a nice lady, I thought. Though seeing as her daughters a real star I suppose it wasn't much of a surprise. I hope my form will be as nice.