I went to my final parents’ evening last week. School is almost out forever! No more getting lost in the lower corridor trying to find Room 5B and almost missing my 4.17pm appointment. No more emails and texts and forms and parent portals that require 15 levels of password authentication. No more ironing grey/white school shirts with crusty armpits! Whooop!
Well, I should have felt relieved, but I had to go alone, which brought all the wounded inner child feelings to the surface. Even if I’m with someone, though, every year it’s a socially awkward emotional roller coaster. It starts at about 9am with a vague sense of dread and ends with me legging it down the corridor to the nearest pub, afraid I’ll bump into someone who bullied me in 1987.
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I really should be over this by now, but I can’t help it. I blame that universal school smell: a heady mixture of feet, disinfectant, foosty cupboards and custard. In fact, it’s so triggering that I think schools should set up a sensory chill-out tent where parents can get aromatherapy and speak to a mental health first aider. They have them for festivals, why not parents’ evenings? It’s too late for me, but if you have a child just starting secondary school, suggest it to the PTA. Honestly, do it. Do it now.
It feels strange that Motherland used to trigger me in the same way. When the show first started, it felt far too close to reality: tedious pick-ups and drop-offs, circumstantial relationships, coffee and more coffee, screaming ‘PUT YOUR SHOES ON’, trying and failing to earn a living, desperately scraping together a costume for World Book Day.
It wasn’t exactly a documentary – my school gates were definitely not as posh, especially not the woman who used to wear a hoodie that read ‘It’s Not A Hangover, It’s Wine Flu’ – but it was uncomfortably on the nose all the same.
However, by the time series three came along, I was all in, and it’s been my favourite comfort watch ever since. Now I’ve been through those years and survived, I love those characters more than Kevin loves his cycling helmet.