Mornings and maths

I once read an article that said, don't look at yourself in the mirror first thing in the morning because that hideous image will stay with you all day. Knocking your self image and confidence. Unfortunately with me the heinous image of the plum haired mop top and sleepy lined face stays with me all day no matter what I do to improve it.
Today Abby had counseling so I drive her to Park Street (only the classiest counseling for us) and spend an hour wandering around in the rain. None of the shops were open till ten (the rich must get lie ins) so I ended up in the Library, I dunno, I love books. The smell and feel of them but books that have been thumbed through by hundreds and gone yellowy don't have quite the same appeal. Also I object to this dvd hire thing and music CD's. I'd prefer to see more books.
I took some rainy pictures in Park Street. I'll load them in a bit then drove Abby to school. On the way she told me about her frankly unacceptable maths class. Yep she's still getting problems. Yesterday was awful, someone threw her pens out of the window. The noise level was like a Boeing 747 taking off and she's not standing for it anymore (she says)
So I take the opportunity to actually go into the school to ask wtf they're doing about it. Abby's teacher (Ms Barnes) is a typical teacher type. Carrying a bottle of water and a small bag of mixed nuts (brain fodder).
Aged about 50, rather nice though...Sweet but with a resigned look. The haunted look of teaching behind those eyes. Worn down by so many kids and now the horrors of year 10.
She admitted she had no control. She says they are awful and Abby, Shaly and Charlotte are the only three who want to learn. The rest are deadbeats. She says she calls staff support but yesterday they didn't even come.
She says Abby is lovely and she empathises with her, but her hands are tied.
So I collar the deputy head. Mr Manning is rather portly, smart in a suit and tie. He looks a bit like Captain Manwairing in an odd way, has an air of authority about him. He's proud of his school and achievements. He can't understand why...If there's been so many problems with Maths over the past 18 months he didn't know about it. (because they're fucking crap maybe mate?)
He'll look into it. I continue to list my complaints. The use of school PC's during maths time to access my website and send me emails. The lack of any form of report on Abby at the last parents evening.
To which he replied that he was now teaching and he thinks I've had my pounds worth of flesh (I haven't started yet mister I'll have your balls though maybe they aren't a pounds worth!)
So now I'm back home and a bit confused as to whether my visit was effective or not. I guess we'll see.
I did tell Ms Barnes that I thought Abby had a Maths dyslexia and she said she thought it was just low self confidence FFS!........ Are mental health issues to blame for every sodding thing?