Professor Penington, who
led Australia 's
successful response to the AIDS epidemic, told an obesity summit
in Canberra
this week that the inclusion of weight in primary school reports could spark
discussion between teachers and parents about diet and levels of physical
activity.
Not once, the whole time I was at school, did
anyone turn up on a parent/teacher day to discuss my academic progress. Well,
perhaps it would have been a lack of academic progress. In either case, a day’s
pay was too much to lose.
One of my school chums was in strife one day.
I can’t remember why, but I do remember Sister Tortia saying to her “tell your
mother I want to see her”. I went home with her that afternoon and was there when
she walked into the kitchen and told her mum, “Sister Tortia said she wants to
see you.” Quick as a flash her mother replied “you can tell her I don’t want to
see her.”
This did not surprise me, as my chum’s mum had
not passed through the front door of her home in over five years.
The nuns had other creative solutions to compensate for a lack of personal discussion between teachers and parents: the letter. Every time there was an election, we were given letters to take home informing our parents they must vote DLP. My mother used to snort and put them in the bin.
If this plan was implemented, wouldn’t it be a little like giving a child a letter to take home, addressed to the parents and telling them they were inadequate, or somehow defective? Or not, depending on the level of insight or the resources of the parents.
If this plan was implemented, wouldn’t it be a little like giving a child a letter to take home, addressed to the parents and telling them they were inadequate, or somehow defective? Or not, depending on the level of insight or the resources of the parents.
Toast and dripping was one of the four main food groups in our home. If there was little money or food left at the end of the week we ate pancakes. Or toast and dripping. Or fried bread. I know times have changed, but maybe it's only the type of junk that has changed, really.
As for activity levels, we went to Royal Park
on Fridays for an hour to play stuff like softball, or basketball. The
equipment the school had was minimal, but I always took a book to read. There
were a few kids left over after two teams were full, and no one ever picked me
anyway, praise be.
On the
other hand, why shouldn’t teachers solve
the problem of childhood obesity? Many people assume they can solve all the world's other problems.
