Monthly Archives: September 2005

You will make a teacher mad if…

You arrive promptly to your lessons
You bring all your correct equipment
You do all your homework
Your uniform is correct
You are polite
You are willing to learn
You put your hand up when you want to ask a question
You behave well
You ask intelligent questions
You encourage others to learn
You believe the subject is valuable to your future understanding of the world
You work independently
You check through your work for silly mistakes

Afterall, all a teacher wants to do is shout and moan, if you do all these things you are going to deprive them of the only reason they took the job – to shout at you.

Life is feeling hectic

A year 10 came to my after school lesson, took one look at me and said “bad day?” Very perceptive as I was simply sitting at my desk at the time, my face must have told a story.

I have a class of nutters, they were nutters last year when I taught them, and clearly the timetabler felt I needed punishing because I have them again this year – still nutters but also a few starting to be naughty too. You see, last year after teaching them you really felt you’d been through it, but at least they were basically well behaved, now even that slight recompense has gone. Never mind, an hour or so with the delightful year 10s sorted that out, if only I could have had them today as well.

Some confusion

I was reading Neil’s blog when I came across this sentence:

I’m sure doing a PhD is supposed to be really hard work, but I keep being amazed at how (so far) not hard work it is.

How peculiar, I thought to myself, I didn’t know Neil was doing a PhD. After a moment of confusion, I suddenly noticed it wasn’t Neil’s blog I was reading after all, it was Jack’s.

A telephone call

Me – Hello Concerned Parent (CP) Mad Teacher (MT) here, you left a message for me about your sons exercise book

CP – Hello MT, yes indeed, you see, I am sure he never had an exercise book – well I haven’t seen it.

Me – The whole class had new books in the first lesson and he didn’t have his by the second lesson

CP – well, yes, you see he’s… er… well… he’s… umm … oh dear… he’s… hmmm… oh, what’s the word? he’s… oh yes, he’s absent minded.

Me – Right… I see… perhaps he should check his locker at school.

CP – Yes, well, we’ve already bought a new science book because he lost that, so I’ll give him some money tomorrow.

Sshhh it’s secret

Don’t tell anyone but there is a Secret Nuclear Bunker not that far from here. Well, we found our way in on Saturday and wandered around the three underground floors, all at a constant temperature of 60f because that is what happens when you build like that underground – apparently. It was really quite chilling to see all the measures that had taken place to ensure that some would be safe from Nuclear attack. Being the age I am although Nuclear war has always been there as a threat, I don’t feel the reality of it, it seems that others, older than me, really did feel it was an inevitability.

Absolutely fascinating but rather scary.

Please don’t let it rain

It was tipping down this morning when I left for work, as a consequence I decided I should wear shoes rather than flip-floppy type things. By 9.15 I was in agony, sitting in my classroom dreading having to leave, because that would mean I would have to put those awful shoes on. My class second lesson met me for the first time, I was barefoot but still rather scary. At breaktime I staggered to the staffroom and kicked my shoes off as soon as I arrived, then collected a cover class to take to my room, hobbling along with pupils chuckling behind me, probably marvelling at how I had aged since I had taught them in the last few days.

I gritted my teeth through the rest of the day and got rid of the shoes as soon as I possibly could. I don’t care what the weather does in the week it will take my feet to heal, it’s sandles for me all the way.


I can’t believe I have been back less than two weeks – it feels forever. It’s not that anyone has been particularly disruptive (apart from a year 11 class that would need a miracle to be anything else) but I am just so tired, there is so much to do and I feel I am already slipping behind.

The highlight of my teaching week has been a class I teach after school to make up the full GCSE. They are a small group (9), they chat away happily, I chat away happily, and hopefully at the end of it we have learned something – actually knowing the students, they will have learned quite a bit. What would make me really happy is if there are still 9 of them by the end of the course. If teaching was like this all the time you really wouldn’t have a struggle to recruit new teachers.

Wiblog entry for 12/09/2005

Someone I know has put her 5 year old son onto a rewards chart, he gets a tick or cross for mealtimes, general behaviour and… using a clever word or asking a clever question (if he uses words like ‘poo’ or ‘stupid’ that is a cross). At the end of the week if he has all ticks then he gets a reward like a magazine, if he has 5 crosses he will get something confiscated.

Now, I don’t know much about small children – actually make that anything – but surely he’s a bit young for things like using clever words? Also, she is very confident that he will get crosses anyway, so why bother?