Not sure what this will look like on screen but it was the view out the car window as we drove in from the airport yesterday. The snow covered Rockies in the distance, beautiful big skies- I like Canada already!
Managed to stay up last night to stop crazy jet lag, and went out for a big big breakfast this morning before wandering down by the river. Its gloriously sunny and that beautiful crispy cold air!
I'm off to the mountains tomorrow for a couple of days. I;m really looking forward to some more beauty and some space to write.. (started writing on teh plane yesterday, it felt really good!)
The last bell is about to go! I just have to give my year tens some final bits and pieces on Jack The Ripper. Then I leave this merry place, ready for a week of snow, nice coffee and rest! Woo hoo.. (mind you I do have to negotiate the year tens first!!)
So I just had my psych report interview. Less said about that the better. I'm putting aside all desires to go do something reckless and am about to finish my reports- yes folks that 9 grades for each of 180 students.. drum roll 1620 individual scores to record.. all before Friday! (so I can fly to Canada unencumbered by them!).
In order to restore my resolve that teaching is more than baby sitting and number crunching I'm off to watch The History Boys! I'm hoping that Alan Bennett can revive my vision of education as releasing, capacitating and individual.. rather than an exercise in crowd control!
I've always walked, well teetered precariously along a line between relating to young people as a teacher and as a youthworker. The two roles are pretty different in some ways.. but just occasionally you get a bit of cross over that makes you realise that teaching doesn't have to be all about achievement.
I had to give a bunch of year nines detention this week. Nothing massive, just constantly distracted and chatty (don't smile til Christmas!!!). So they turned up- on time- yesterday lunchtime. There were two form groups represented. And then it came out- unbeknown to me I had unwittingly put all three elements of a love triangle in one room.
With a little coaxing (and help from S) we soon got to the bottom of it- tension dissipated as the lads shook hands. The girl was happy that it was all ouit in the open and that she was less confused.. they left saying it was "the best detention ever".. should I be happy about that?
Its a long held thought that the more West wing I watch (in one go) the more likely I am to be found stalking down corridors, asking people to walk with me and wondering whats next.
That I can handle but today I think I am experiencing a new phenomena: Dawson's angst. Having never really gotten into Dawsons Creek as a biddler it has been lent to me in order to increase my connection with the energing generation. I watched the first three episodes yesterday and since then have been suffering from what I can only describe as teenage angst!
I'm slightly sullen, everything is a big deal and wherever I am, I am followed by an cutesy acoustic track! What is to become of me!