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fry_sandhuIn some respects, being in Mrs Patel's class isn't like having a new teacher at all. Fry has known the headmistress since he was two, been in her office more times than he would like, and they generally understand one another.
Mrs Patel calls him over during the first morning, just as she does with everyone else, for some one-to-one time.
"Right, Fry." She says, pulling him up a chair. "We're going to make some goals for this year."
"I don't like football." Fry says.
"Goals as in things we want to achieve." Mrs Patel says.
"Oh, well I want to take all the entrance exams, and get scholarships." Fry says.
Mrs Patel smiles. "I'm sure you do. All right, we'll do that first. Have you been to look round any of the schools?"
"Yes. I'm trying for Oaking, Holby High, and Holby West." Fry says. "I wanted to try for the Gates but Mum says it's too snooty."
"I don't think you would like the Gates, anyway." Mrs Patel says. "Right, well your maths is well up to standard for all three of those schools but it won't hurt to practice topics at the level that will be on your exam, even though you might think they are a bit easy for you. You'll practice some reasoning papers, I don't think you'll find those difficult once you get the hang of them. The comprehension one we will practice. Did you do the holiday reading Mr Irons set you?"
"Yes." Fry says.
"Good. You'll go back to working with him once a week until the exams are over. And I will set you one story to write a week, since the maths homework won't take you long." Mrs Patel says. "Now, other targets. You're now more comfortable working with new people, changes in the classroom environment, and changes to the timetable. What parts of your trip to Oaking last term did you find difficult?"
"Lunch." Fry says, after a moment.
"As in getting food, or not knowing what to do with yourself?" Mrs Patel asks.
"Both." Fry says.
"All right, leave that one with me, I'll have a think how we can help." Mrs Patel says. She sets him some work and sends him back to his seat.
***
"What are you going to do while we work on the exam work, Noah?" Fry asks Noah at lunch time. Noah isn't going in for any of the exams; his parents are sending him to boarding school next year.
"I thought I'd join in the exam work in case my parents change their mind." Noah says.
"Is that likely?" Fry asks, hopefully.
"I don't know." Noah says. "If someone didn't want to go to boarding school, how would they be best to go about it?"
Fry considers this.
"In a book Mr Irons got me to read over the summer, the girl tried being very good, or very naughty."
"Did it work?"
"No." Fry says. "But neither did the light bulb the first thousand times." He considers. "You're normally very good, so I think you would have to go for naughty. But don't do anything disruptive, because we're all working for our exams."
Noah nods. After a moment of contemplation, he goes to the smart board and writes the rudest word he knows. A minute later, Mrs Patel comes into the classroom.
"Who's been writing 'bottom' on the board?" she asks.
"It was me." Noah says.
"Well that's a bit silly, isn't it, wipe it off please." Mrs Patel says.
"Did I do it wrong?" Noah whispers to Fry as he sits back down.
"I'm not sure." Fry says.
Mrs Patel calls him over during the first morning, just as she does with everyone else, for some one-to-one time.
"Right, Fry." She says, pulling him up a chair. "We're going to make some goals for this year."
"I don't like football." Fry says.
"Goals as in things we want to achieve." Mrs Patel says.
"Oh, well I want to take all the entrance exams, and get scholarships." Fry says.
Mrs Patel smiles. "I'm sure you do. All right, we'll do that first. Have you been to look round any of the schools?"
"Yes. I'm trying for Oaking, Holby High, and Holby West." Fry says. "I wanted to try for the Gates but Mum says it's too snooty."
"I don't think you would like the Gates, anyway." Mrs Patel says. "Right, well your maths is well up to standard for all three of those schools but it won't hurt to practice topics at the level that will be on your exam, even though you might think they are a bit easy for you. You'll practice some reasoning papers, I don't think you'll find those difficult once you get the hang of them. The comprehension one we will practice. Did you do the holiday reading Mr Irons set you?"
"Yes." Fry says.
"Good. You'll go back to working with him once a week until the exams are over. And I will set you one story to write a week, since the maths homework won't take you long." Mrs Patel says. "Now, other targets. You're now more comfortable working with new people, changes in the classroom environment, and changes to the timetable. What parts of your trip to Oaking last term did you find difficult?"
"Lunch." Fry says, after a moment.
"As in getting food, or not knowing what to do with yourself?" Mrs Patel asks.
"Both." Fry says.
"All right, leave that one with me, I'll have a think how we can help." Mrs Patel says. She sets him some work and sends him back to his seat.
***
"What are you going to do while we work on the exam work, Noah?" Fry asks Noah at lunch time. Noah isn't going in for any of the exams; his parents are sending him to boarding school next year.
"I thought I'd join in the exam work in case my parents change their mind." Noah says.
"Is that likely?" Fry asks, hopefully.
"I don't know." Noah says. "If someone didn't want to go to boarding school, how would they be best to go about it?"
Fry considers this.
"In a book Mr Irons got me to read over the summer, the girl tried being very good, or very naughty."
"Did it work?"
"No." Fry says. "But neither did the light bulb the first thousand times." He considers. "You're normally very good, so I think you would have to go for naughty. But don't do anything disruptive, because we're all working for our exams."
Noah nods. After a moment of contemplation, he goes to the smart board and writes the rudest word he knows. A minute later, Mrs Patel comes into the classroom.
"Who's been writing 'bottom' on the board?" she asks.
"It was me." Noah says.
"Well that's a bit silly, isn't it, wipe it off please." Mrs Patel says.
"Did I do it wrong?" Noah whispers to Fry as he sits back down.
"I'm not sure." Fry says.
