Tue Jun VIII
Back to school. On rolls so didn’t do much work.
Skipped soccer practice – too tired.
Some explanation is called for here. If you are used to the UK education system you will know that schools have to keep records of which pupils are in school on any given day (and, if they are not, then why they are not). Normally, this is done by individual class teachers taking a register of pupils at the beginning of each morning and afternoon session.
Often, there is a second level of checking in secondary schools, where the teachers in each subject also keep a register of who is and is not there. That way schools can also track those pupils who show up for registration in their form rooms but then try to avoid the actual lessons.
In New Zealand the system was somewhat different. In one way it had to be. We didn’t have form registration as such. In fact, although we nominally had a form room, room A8, I can hardly recall being in it. On at least three days a week we would just go straight to assembly when the bell rang at the start of the day and we always went straight to lessons after lunch.
Even so, the system of teachers taking registers in their individual classes would have worked. However, in my time there was a far different system in operation. Each day, three pupils would take a turn at taking the register around every class, so that the teachers could tick off the names of the attendees.
Bearing in mind that there were up to eight or ten different classes going on for each year group in every period, it took pretty much the full hour to get around every class and then back to the office to hand the register in. This was particularly so when I did it, because I didn’t know where some of the classrooms were.
The routine was that you would go to the office at the start of the period and collect a clipboard holding the register for each class (because of option choices they varied from period to period). You would then go to the first classroom, knock at the door and wait to be invited in. If you were lucky, the teacher would then call the register whilst you waited. If you were unlucky, they would ask you to do it, which always resulted in comments from the assembled throng.
My fellow roll monitors on this day were Paul Molyneux and Darryl Murray. When we went to the office at the start of period one we were asked which year we wanted to be responsible for that day. I practically snatched the third year clipboard. I knew there was far less chance of being heckled by kids younger than me. I can’t remember which of them did our year, but I know he was teased mercilessly.