Viva Brighton Issue #43 September 2016
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COLUMN<br />
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Lizzie Enfield<br />
Notes from North Village<br />
“I have to go to the school,” I tell my husband, “to<br />
pick up the offensive weapon our daughter took<br />
with her this morning.”<br />
He is not listening so my words have little impact.<br />
“What time will you be back?” he asks cheerily, not<br />
worried that our gentle, mild-mannered daughter is<br />
in serious trouble.<br />
The North Village is a lovely leafy area, and the<br />
children go to a lovely leafy school. There has<br />
never been any violence or knife crime. This is the<br />
first incident I have heard of... and my child is the<br />
perpetrator.<br />
“You understand I cannot return the offending item<br />
to your daughter,” the head says on the phone.<br />
I feel about eight years old. The head is probably<br />
a few years younger than I am. But he is a figure<br />
of authority. Thirty-something years after last being<br />
summoned to the head’s office, I am not looking<br />
forward to being in one again.<br />
“Of course not,” I say. “I will come and pick it up<br />
myself.”<br />
I don’t actually have to go to the head’s office to retrieve<br />
the confiscated item but I still get the ‘you’re<br />
a bad parent’ look from the school secretary who<br />
hands it over.<br />
It was a penknife, although, to be precise, it was really<br />
just nail clippers in the guise of a penknife: a<br />
penknife with only three tools - scissors that don’t<br />
cut, nail clippers and a blade so blunt we were allowed<br />
to take it on the airplane with us, after buying<br />
it at the airport in Switzerland.<br />
But the school have a strict ‘No Knife’ policy and,<br />
to them, it’s a knife.<br />
“I can’t think why she brought it in,” the secretary<br />
says handing it over.<br />
“She was cutting her nails and slipped it in her<br />
pocket without thinking,” I say, wondering if she<br />
will shrug and smile at the ridiculousness of it all.<br />
She does not.<br />
“I never went to school without a penknife,” husband<br />
says when I fill him in, adding. “Or matches.<br />
Are they allowed matches at school?”<br />
I very much doubt it, but a few days later I bump<br />
into a scientist friend who was part of the Sussex<br />
University team which won a Nobel Prize for the<br />
discovery of a particular carbon atom. He is carrying<br />
a large rucksack and a couple of bin bags.<br />
“Are you off somewhere?” I ask, querying the stuff.<br />
“I’m doing a workshop in a school this afternoon.”<br />
He does a lot of work aimed at making science more<br />
accessible and interesting to youngsters.<br />
“I’m going to show them how to make fire extinguishers,”<br />
he pats the backpack and indicates the<br />
rubbish. “I’m using this to make fires in the playground,<br />
which they will then have to put out.”<br />
“Excellent,” I say.<br />
“Excellent,” says my husband, later, rubbing his<br />
hands together with such delight that I wondered<br />
if he is trying to show the kids how to make fire,<br />
without matches…<br />
Illustration by Joda, jonydaga.weebly.com<br />
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