School Reports for the Tory Cabinet

 


Call me nostalgic but do you remember when the streets were paved with gold and magical unicorns shat Bitcoins into your hands when you gave their balls a squeeze? Ah, those were the days…

This week, in true teacher mode, I have decided to give the members of the government their annual school report after their first year in Reception Class  cabinet. Who is sharing the toys? Who sulks and throws tantrums? Who cries for their mommy until they wet themselves? Only one way to find out….

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Priti Patel – D-

Priti has struggled in her first year here at Blighty Primary School. She has some identity issues that will need addressing and often walks around the playground saying, ‘Me top white girl, me top white girl, pretty princess, pretty princess’ until another child rides a scooter into her shins to shut her up.

Although her reading and writing are coming along well, her poor social skills mean she is often left to play on her own in the corner with the big pile of toys she has snatched off the other children. Priti’s imaginary play often involves her wearing a cardboard crown and making the other children kneel down in front of her or carry her lunchbox whilst walking just behind her. Already the other children are leaving her name off their birthday party lists and it would be such a shame if she throws away her potential and ends up a Tory with a heart of coal.

Gavin Williamson – C

Gavin is a rather shy boy but finds great pleasure in his small accomplishments, like having a ‘dry day’ in school (though these are infrequent). Rather than initiate play, he likes to join others in their games even when they totally ignore him. He has also struggled to understand whether the school is open or shut and has often appeared on our CCTV footage standing at the school gates on weekend mornings.

Overall, Gavin’s bog-standard personality means he is compliant with school rules and doesn’t often get noticed apart from to be marked 'alive' in the register. With some hard work and perseverance, he might find work in a small supermarket.

Dominic Cummings – F

I have written a report for Dominic even though he has left the school and despite the fact he was never officially on the register here. In his short stay with us, however, he certainly left his mark.

Dominic is a bit of a misfit with some strange ideas of what constitutes acceptable social interactions. For the first couple of weeks it was impossible to see his facial expression because he kept his grey woolly hat pulled down over his face and just made animal noises (he ‘moo-ed’ through an entire day once).

After that, he liked to watch the other children play games before making a single decisive interference: knocking down a tower they had built or spitting in their play-doh, for instance. When challenged on his behaviour, he had a tendency to smirk and if I raised my voice with him then he would shit himself, still smirking, as a final act of defiance.

In all honesty, it is a relief to see him gone, though he did take with him one of our ride-along cars saying he was going ‘to Barnard Castle to be the king.’ We would like the car back but not Dominic.

Michael Gove – D

Michael is a rather edgy figure in the class, happiest on the fringes and always on the move. He always seems to be in the vicinity when things go wrong without ever taking any of the blame.

A recent visit from the Raptor Society ended rather distressingly when the little owl went missing and turned up later with all its wing feathers pulled off. Although we could never find out who did it, Michael’s end of term nature collage that he brought in from home featured a lot of similar looking feathers.

He is a reluctant writer but can verbalise his thoughts in language far exceeding his years. When I asked him what job he might like when he was older, he told me that he wanted to ‘be a security guard on a nightshift because they work in the shadows’.

He makes friends easily but never for very long. Except with Priti who he calls his ‘future wife’. We think Michael would benefit from reading less books about sharks and more about real people.

Matthew Hancock – C

Matthew tries so hard I could cry sometimes. He is a sensitive little boy who often looks ‘lost in the crowd’, standing to one side wistfully looking in.

It is getting hard to read books to the class over the sound of Matthew’s weeping and he finds even the mildest reading material very upsetting (the mummy duck separated from her ducklings; the girl who spilt her milkshake; the ant sitting on the leaf).

We would all love Matthew to find his place in the class and join in with the other children but so far he is only happy in the ‘feelings fort’ holding on to one of the small dolls and sucking his thumb. His frequent stomach aches are probably just a nervous tummy but they do mean he misses out on lots of fun activities. I suppose he could always be a lighthouse keeper but he seems so afraid of bright lights…

Rishi Sunak – C

I hesitate to use this phrase about a child but Rishi is a smarmy little git. We are all aware of his aptitude with numbers but this first year is also very important for a child’s social development and in this area Rishi struggles.

Despite our constant reminders, we still have to tell him on a daily basis that he can’t give away all our toys and games to the other children in the class because he hasn’t paid for them. Most of the other parents understand and return these things straight away but we have still lost a lot of toys this year.  

Rishi really wants to be liked and for all the other children to be happy but there is a desperation in his eyes and deeds. Although he is well-meaning, charging children to go on the scooters and then buying rides on them himself for a cheaper price doesn’t endear himself to his peers. His writing is coming on and I will end the report with what he wrote recently in reply to the question ‘What do you want to be when you are older?’

Boris Johnson – F

Boris (right) with Donald, our disastrous foreign exchange student

I think the kindest thing I can say about Boris is that he is full of life. Unfortunately, he has the constitution of a rhinoceros and so he has not had a single sick day during which the other children could fully relax.

I suppose he does mean well but his clumsiness combined with his lack of social graces mean we have had to put many of our equipment and resources into storage for the rest of the year. I won’t elaborate on the ‘incident’ with the lady frog puppet and Boris in the ‘feelings fort’ because it has been dealt with by the safeguarding team but we all find it a little worrying and, as a witness to the act, little Matthew Hancock is still wearing a look of horror and seeing the school nurse.

Of course, he is a precocious child but we see little advantage in Boris knowing his Latin conjugations before his English alphabet. Also, we have found it impossible to stop him doing armpit farts during learning time which only he now finds funny. In the dinner hall, he has an obsession with trying to upend the tables and plates (‘playing Bullingdon’, as he calls it) and pulling his trousers down to ‘moon’ the dinner ladies (two of which have now left). And we have told him so many times that he doesn’t need to wear a tie in Reception Class and he can’t smoke cigars in the sandpit.

If he doesn’t mend his ways, we can only imagine he will end up in prison or the Conservative Party and nobody wants that for their child, do they? Perhaps a move to private education would suit Boris where he could be surrounded by similarly socially-challenged equals.

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