Monthly Archives: January 2006

‘Shh quiet, she’s in a bad mood’

‘Yes I am in a bad mood, but I’m trying to get over it, now come in quietly’

Poor things, it’s hardly their fault they follow a particularly frustrating bunch of people, but I did my best to be my usual jovial* self. Anyway, by the end of that lesson I had only issued a couple of highly deserved detentions and had the joy of receiving a particularly frustrating member of the school into my lesson following because I am trying to save a colleague from a murder charge.

*me and jovial aren’t usually associated with each other, but I like to kid myself

Broadband

I have been in the process of getting broadband for a number of months, if not years. Tonight we put some time aside to investigate the different options. There are lots. My brain is now numb from looking at different deals, with different restrictions and cancellations fees and how fast and how much and how dreadful and how wonderful and well… still haven’t done anything about it. If I still don’t have broadband by this time next year please slap me very hard!

A weird thing

making judgements about a colleagues teaching. I had to observe a lesson today. I was warned they are a difficult group and they were pretty horrible. I was there more for constructive advice rather than just a judgement actually. I hope I will be able to help, there are things I would do differently but I don’t know whether that means it will work for someone else. Some things were very obvious and I have passed those on, others are down to personality and style.

I was in a similar position a few years ago, but then I really felt the teacher shouldn’t be one. I hated observing the lessons because I just wanted to take over. Personality is such an issue I think, whether it should be or not I don’t know.

I know the person I observed is / will be a good teacher, but it’s so hard when new to a school. I had a group that I dreaded seeing in my first year there and someone seeing that lesson on it’s own would have probably decided I shouldn’t be a teacher. In fact in my first job I was given some dreadful feedbacks on observations. I was only just scraping through at times, the truth is, even the strongest teachers struggled there. I couldn’t go back to that but it made me into a better teacher – weird how when I left that school my feedback was suddenly good!

My Mantra

I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.
I love teaching, children are great.

Graffiti*

“OK, look Sam, it’s still wet, you’re the only one who can reach it, it happened during the lesson, it’s still wet, but look, it’s still wet, no one else had access to it, it’s still wet.”

Granted there were other arguments in between but ultimately, when I was called to a member of the departments classroom the evidence was rather damning. But no, he didn’t do it. Clearly the teacher just made it up, clearly the teacher picks on him.

* a generous word for the swear words and racism I saw.

Washing my car

Last Saturday I had a message on my answerphone from my Dad. He was at work but was suddenly overcome with concern for the cleanliness of my car. He left a message telling me to go to the carwash (but remove the aerial first). I deduced from this that Dad doesn’t have enough work to do. I was however impressed that he realised telling me to get a bucket and wash it myself was a complete waste of time.

This week I took my car to my parents to get it’s MOT, I tried to convince Dad that I had infact washed it but you wouldn’t believe how dirty they get so quickly. He didn’t believe me. My car passed it’s MOT and is now beautifully clean, but I bet by this time next week it will be filthy.

Chile and Antarctica

A friend of mine has just come back from a holiday which I am just so jealous of! She went to Chile, they cruised down the coast making stops, went to the Antarctic which was just amazing (apparently penguins really, really, really smell) and then up to Argentina. The seas were calm throughout and they had lots of Geography type lessons if they wanted to.

Sadly a few people on the trip weren’t quite… there. One question was “Will we have to walk far, do they have cabs?” (During an information talk for preparing them for actually going onto the ice).

I want to go, but then again, I want to go almost everywhere. I have always had a special fascination for Chile though, perhaps it’s the shape of the country, the variety of landscapes, I don’t know what exactly, just that I want to go.

Bear farms

The highlight of my week has been learning that there are ‘Bear Farms’ round here.

I have seen cattle and sheep, perhaps there are some pigs, there are certainly crops but I’ve not seen the bear farms yet. I imagine milking them is a challenging job.

PS ‘bear’ in local dialet means ‘lots of’