Seminar: Felicity and Mr Frost

Seminar: Felicity and Mr Frost

Felicity whined as her mother tugged at her shiny red raincoat, "Come

on sweetheart, school starts in a minute, the class won't get very far

without their teacher." The rain was hammering now and Susie looked

fondly down at her three-year-old daughter as she splashed in every

puddle on the way to St. James Primary on Madison Street. "Not far now

darling" sighed Susie; this journey was so much quicker alone,

although it wasn't felicity's fault that her nursery school was closed

because of a hole in the roof. "Mummy - Carry" Felicity held her small

gloved hands up to her mother, "I'm tired, carry me mummy." Susie

hoisted Felicity into her right arm while attempting to carry a folder

bulging with lesson plans and year 4 homework in her left. Felicity's

soggy yet bright blonde hair clung to her pink cheeks as she mumbled

to herself about ponies and wellington boots.

At last Susie saw the entrance to the school and made her way up the

steps, you see Susie taught English at St. James Primary School, and

today her daughter was coming to school with her. Frantic early

morning telephone calls to friends whom owed favours were fruitless,

"typical of the nursery to be closed on the day we have that important

seminar", muttered Susie while wrestling with the staff room door.

Susie, or Mrs Bell to the inky fingered ten year olds who graced her

classroom daily, shuffled her papers. "Aah Robert Frost. Biography.

Example poems and a mounted copy of 'Mending Wall'. Perfect. And all

in time for first lesson." Mrs Bell exhaled triumphantly and then

glanced down at Felicity, who, was at present examining a stapler with

great fascination. "Put that down sweetheart. Mummy has to teach a

lesson now, hold my hand and we can find you something to play with in

the classroom."

Mrs Bell strode towards the English block the quickest way possible

(with Felicity scooped up in her arms) and arrived just before the

first students.