Collectively, my six children attend four different schools and have 26 teachers.
They are fond of sending me emails like this:
"Your child has a notebook check this Friday. All overdue work must be turned in by Wednesday for half credit. Second quarter exams will be taken the following Tuesday."
They sign these missives with something like, "MSCHMIDT"
No class name, no grade level, no school even. Being the proud soul that I am, and unwilling to admit I don't know my children's teachers intimately (well, except to a global audience such as this), I can't bring myself to hit reply and ask, Um…to which child, exactly, do you refer?
I am left to wander from room to room asking whichever small person I stumble across, "Do you have a teacher named, um, Smith? No. Wait. Schmell? Do you have a teacher who conducts notebook checks? Are you sure? Do you have a class where you have a notebook? Okay, well. Make sure it's up to date. Sometime this week. And you might have a test next week. So. Uh, study, okay?"
I'm telling you, the pioneers with their one-room school house had at least one thing going for them.