Farewell

Jan. 14th, 2009 11:38 pm
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Patrick MacGoohan has died at 80. He was Drake, he was The Prisoner No 6, he was Edward I in Braveheart. He was a law unto himself. Love him or wonder at the insanity, he has gone.

In other news, FA Cup 3rd round replay Newcastle Utd 0 Hull Reserves City 1. Most notable event of the first half: both managers got sent off for a touchline spat where the fourth official had to intervene. Ha hahahahaha.

Incidentally, we scored a winner in the Boro game but the officials ruled it didn't go over the line. However, the guy back-heeled it away which he could only do if his foot was behind the line. That's twice in two years we've been robbed like that. Hey ho.

Back to work today and everyone was very glad to see me. I gave what fettle to several naughty pupils and in one case a whole class of top setters who were shocked. Ha.

Farewell

Jan. 14th, 2009 11:38 pm
mistletoe: (Default)
Patrick MacGoohan has died at 80. He was Drake, he was The Prisoner No 6, he was Edward I in Braveheart. He was a law unto himself. Love him or wonder at the insanity, he has gone.

In other news, FA Cup 3rd round replay Newcastle Utd 0 Hull Reserves City 1. Most notable event of the first half: both managers got sent off for a touchline spat where the fourth official had to intervene. Ha hahahahaha.

Incidentally, we scored a winner in the Boro game but the officials ruled it didn't go over the line. However, the guy back-heeled it away which he could only do if his foot was behind the line. That's twice in two years we've been robbed like that. Hey ho.

Back to work today and everyone was very glad to see me. I gave what fettle to several naughty pupils and in one case a whole class of top setters who were shocked. Ha.

mistletoe: (Default)
Strewth! Yesterday was a day to conjure with and today only slightly improved but is trying to go downhill. By dinnertime yesterday I was ready for bed. It was.... surreal.

Over the course of the morning I pointed out in briefing (8.45 am) that when a data input deadline is Wednesday it does not mean 9am on Wednesday because that would mean technically the data would have to be input on Tuesday, making Tuesday the deadline and some of us hadn't had any free time yet to input said data. or even a copy of said data because said data was the year 11 mock exam results. which my Head of Department hadn't been able to mark through illness and the Chair of Governors (an English specialist) who'd volunteered to mark them hadn't bothered to contact us with the state of his progress yet .... breathe.... so could there be a rethink. The Head looked shifty eyed and said that the end of school would be OK. As it turned out the point was moot as he hadn't finished marking yet.

Lesson 1: Year 7 are watching The Wizard of Oz while I am marking poetry papers and inputting my own data (what? I'm not perfect) when the office monitor turns up with a missive from admin. (9.35)  I read it with growing disbelief. I am a year 11 tutor. Tutor statement blanks are available on the system for each student in your tutor group (location of same provided) Data and Student comment sheets will be made available by January 5th and should be completed in registration time. They should be handed in together with completed Tutor comment sheets on January 9th. Buh? That means 24 sets of data have to be looked at by me; processed by me; meaningfully commented on by me, with the students predicted grades at my fingertips, of course, having spent the Christmas holiday learning them (not) and typed up by me on incorrectly templated sheets that migrate down the page as you type so you have to keep deleting the unused lines to keep the template on the page. Pah!

So, (and I'll have to come back to lesson 3's trauma) I toddled along to Pat's room to whinge. She thought it was like Student Review Day Data (which, you probably won't remember, I had already had in September) and wouldn't take very long. I was too punch drunk to process and toddled back to lesson 2. I had just addressed the class when the fire alarm went off. (10.20) So out we all trooped to the snow covered tennis courts. I had taken my boots to school and they were safely in the staff room along with my coat. gloves and scarf. I could feel the damp seeping through my shoes as we stood in the cold and snow. Some bastard threw a snowball that got me square in the chest so I now had a wet jumper too. Today, I have got the cold symptoms which I would have avoided if only my feet had remained dry. That's the fatal flaw for me. Anyway, eventually back to the classroom where 7N1 were able to view The Wizard of Oz while I finished data inputting. (10.45)

Then, I realised, no, this isn't SRD; this is PPR (don't you love initials). I went back and told Pat that, which got the desired sympathy vote. She however, was not only sympathetic but had a cunning plan. That week is House meeting week so, as they had that time offered for SRD prep last meeting,  why couldn't Year 11 tutors have the same? Brilliant. In my 10 minute dinner break, my Head of House was in the staff room so I told him I had a radical plan, which I laid out. He had no objection. Phew.

Back upstairs. In my journey to Pat's room I was cheeked by some small boy who then ran away. Git. However, revenge was sweet because he actually ran away from his lesson in the room next to mine so was 8 minutes late for the lesson and was kept in over break. I had to do it mind because the teacher in that room was on duty, but that was all right. So, no break. (11.15 - 11.30)

Lesson 3 was lovely: Year 11 and getting to grips with Act 3 of Romeo and Juliet until about 4 minutes before the end of the lesson when a girl suddenly said 'I'm going to be sick'. This is one of the current bugs along with the chest infection that I had evaded so far when all around succumbed (Damn you false fire alarm) so, I prompted her to go immediately, but when I looked at her she had absolutely no colour. She couldn't get her balance and fainted. (12.24) Fortunately a friend grabbed her and she didn't hit her head. I had to go over to the Science room over the corridor who have a phone, ring Reception and ask for a First aider. Meanwhile, girls in my room were growing hysterical, but the bell rang for dinner (12.30) and I had to shoo them all out along with the lollygaggers who had gathered at the door.

Sharon, one of the First aiders, arrived and I suggested an ambulance should be called. She agreed as the girl was slipping in and out of consciousness and complained of a bad head. So back to the Science block to the phone. It was Christmas dinner day but fortunately I had not ordered it as last year's was so rank, so I stayed with the girl, a couple of her friends and Sharon, waiting for the ambulance. We waited and waited until eventually Sharon suggested I should go. This was 20 minutes after we had called the ambulance from a station which is less than a mile away.. Of course, we had to contact the girl's parents, but her step dad works nights and was in bed, while her mother, irony of ironies was at work, as a nurse somewhere in Shotley Bridge Hospital. Sharon managed to get hold of her real Dad though.

In the staff room I shoved my haggis, neeps and tatties in the microwave and went out for a cig. While I was out there I heard the ambulance siren  almost 30 minutes after we called. I had my haggis (delish) and was pulling myself together for the joy that is my year 10 when the only other member of the English Department still standing hurried in to say she had to go home with cystitis.(1.10) I waved her off. So I had to come up with work for 4 classes, including my own at a minute's notice. Ha!

Nothing else happened except I got indigestion from gulping down my dinner.

Home to text Head of Department to see if she knew about the whereabouts of her papers and to wrap Lou's Christmas presents as we were going out for a meal and she would be away in Cuba for Christmas. Texts revealed Head of Department's hubby had brought in her numbers for Effort, Homework and Attitude for her two classes, but they had been put in Joani's pigeon hole. Joani had been off all week and nobody had thought about telling me that hubby had been. She didn't know about the marks. (See above).

Out with wrapped pressies and card at 7.15 and off to pub. Nice meal though I could have done with more garlic jus on my chicken gambarella. Then we did the quiz and finished third, in spite of the picture round being sporting venues. So £2 profit.

Home at 11.40 and so to bed.

Today I had 4 lessons and a lot of work to do. So on with the Wizard, Hot Fuzz and Bring it on after letting Year 11 have a free lesson 'cos I was tired. I then - input the numbers for two classes; downloaded teacher packs for all the APPs, made a new folder and copied all of them into the Shared area; wrote a Medium Term Plan for Year 7 from scratch and started a Year 8 one. That got me to dinner time, which I spent in the staff room. During my PPA time I took one of the new English teachers through the plans and did the reassuring bit. There was supposed to be a Department meeting after school but there was only me so I came home with a sore throat. That's the downhill bit.

Two more days? I'll never make it. And I haven't even got my Christmas tree up.

I see Allardyce has been appointed by Blackburn Rovers, so, depending on your point of view we have been pipped at the post or saved from a fate worse than death. I'm not sure, but we play them on Boxing Day so his reception could be interesting, depending on if we have appointed someone else by then.




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Strewth! Yesterday was a day to conjure with and today only slightly improved but is trying to go downhill. By dinnertime yesterday I was ready for bed. It was.... surreal.

Over the course of the morning I pointed out in briefing (8.45 am) that when a data input deadline is Wednesday it does not mean 9am on Wednesday because that would mean technically the data would have to be input on Tuesday, making Tuesday the deadline and some of us hadn't had any free time yet to input said data. or even a copy of said data because said data was the year 11 mock exam results. which my Head of Department hadn't been able to mark through illness and the Chair of Governors (an English specialist) who'd volunteered to mark them hadn't bothered to contact us with the state of his progress yet .... breathe.... so could there be a rethink. The Head looked shifty eyed and said that the end of school would be OK. As it turned out the point was moot as he hadn't finished marking yet.

Lesson 1: Year 7 are watching The Wizard of Oz while I am marking poetry papers and inputting my own data (what? I'm not perfect) when the office monitor turns up with a missive from admin. (9.35)  I read it with growing disbelief. I am a year 11 tutor. Tutor statement blanks are available on the system for each student in your tutor group (location of same provided) Data and Student comment sheets will be made available by January 5th and should be completed in registration time. They should be handed in together with completed Tutor comment sheets on January 9th. Buh? That means 24 sets of data have to be looked at by me; processed by me; meaningfully commented on by me, with the students predicted grades at my fingertips, of course, having spent the Christmas holiday learning them (not) and typed up by me on incorrectly templated sheets that migrate down the page as you type so you have to keep deleting the unused lines to keep the template on the page. Pah!

So, (and I'll have to come back to lesson 3's trauma) I toddled along to Pat's room to whinge. She thought it was like Student Review Day Data (which, you probably won't remember, I had already had in September) and wouldn't take very long. I was too punch drunk to process and toddled back to lesson 2. I had just addressed the class when the fire alarm went off. (10.20) So out we all trooped to the snow covered tennis courts. I had taken my boots to school and they were safely in the staff room along with my coat. gloves and scarf. I could feel the damp seeping through my shoes as we stood in the cold and snow. Some bastard threw a snowball that got me square in the chest so I now had a wet jumper too. Today, I have got the cold symptoms which I would have avoided if only my feet had remained dry. That's the fatal flaw for me. Anyway, eventually back to the classroom where 7N1 were able to view The Wizard of Oz while I finished data inputting. (10.45)

Then, I realised, no, this isn't SRD; this is PPR (don't you love initials). I went back and told Pat that, which got the desired sympathy vote. She however, was not only sympathetic but had a cunning plan. That week is House meeting week so, as they had that time offered for SRD prep last meeting,  why couldn't Year 11 tutors have the same? Brilliant. In my 10 minute dinner break, my Head of House was in the staff room so I told him I had a radical plan, which I laid out. He had no objection. Phew.

Back upstairs. In my journey to Pat's room I was cheeked by some small boy who then ran away. Git. However, revenge was sweet because he actually ran away from his lesson in the room next to mine so was 8 minutes late for the lesson and was kept in over break. I had to do it mind because the teacher in that room was on duty, but that was all right. So, no break. (11.15 - 11.30)

Lesson 3 was lovely: Year 11 and getting to grips with Act 3 of Romeo and Juliet until about 4 minutes before the end of the lesson when a girl suddenly said 'I'm going to be sick'. This is one of the current bugs along with the chest infection that I had evaded so far when all around succumbed (Damn you false fire alarm) so, I prompted her to go immediately, but when I looked at her she had absolutely no colour. She couldn't get her balance and fainted. (12.24) Fortunately a friend grabbed her and she didn't hit her head. I had to go over to the Science room over the corridor who have a phone, ring Reception and ask for a First aider. Meanwhile, girls in my room were growing hysterical, but the bell rang for dinner (12.30) and I had to shoo them all out along with the lollygaggers who had gathered at the door.

Sharon, one of the First aiders, arrived and I suggested an ambulance should be called. She agreed as the girl was slipping in and out of consciousness and complained of a bad head. So back to the Science block to the phone. It was Christmas dinner day but fortunately I had not ordered it as last year's was so rank, so I stayed with the girl, a couple of her friends and Sharon, waiting for the ambulance. We waited and waited until eventually Sharon suggested I should go. This was 20 minutes after we had called the ambulance from a station which is less than a mile away.. Of course, we had to contact the girl's parents, but her step dad works nights and was in bed, while her mother, irony of ironies was at work, as a nurse somewhere in Shotley Bridge Hospital. Sharon managed to get hold of her real Dad though.

In the staff room I shoved my haggis, neeps and tatties in the microwave and went out for a cig. While I was out there I heard the ambulance siren  almost 30 minutes after we called. I had my haggis (delish) and was pulling myself together for the joy that is my year 10 when the only other member of the English Department still standing hurried in to say she had to go home with cystitis.(1.10) I waved her off. So I had to come up with work for 4 classes, including my own at a minute's notice. Ha!

Nothing else happened except I got indigestion from gulping down my dinner.

Home to text Head of Department to see if she knew about the whereabouts of her papers and to wrap Lou's Christmas presents as we were going out for a meal and she would be away in Cuba for Christmas. Texts revealed Head of Department's hubby had brought in her numbers for Effort, Homework and Attitude for her two classes, but they had been put in Joani's pigeon hole. Joani had been off all week and nobody had thought about telling me that hubby had been. She didn't know about the marks. (See above).

Out with wrapped pressies and card at 7.15 and off to pub. Nice meal though I could have done with more garlic jus on my chicken gambarella. Then we did the quiz and finished third, in spite of the picture round being sporting venues. So £2 profit.

Home at 11.40 and so to bed.

Today I had 4 lessons and a lot of work to do. So on with the Wizard, Hot Fuzz and Bring it on after letting Year 11 have a free lesson 'cos I was tired. I then - input the numbers for two classes; downloaded teacher packs for all the APPs, made a new folder and copied all of them into the Shared area; wrote a Medium Term Plan for Year 7 from scratch and started a Year 8 one. That got me to dinner time, which I spent in the staff room. During my PPA time I took one of the new English teachers through the plans and did the reassuring bit. There was supposed to be a Department meeting after school but there was only me so I came home with a sore throat. That's the downhill bit.

Two more days? I'll never make it. And I haven't even got my Christmas tree up.

I see Allardyce has been appointed by Blackburn Rovers, so, depending on your point of view we have been pipped at the post or saved from a fate worse than death. I'm not sure, but we play them on Boxing Day so his reception could be interesting, depending on if we have appointed someone else by then.




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This is beyond a joke. Temperature outside 36F, temperature in my room 59.7 with a draught. I am perished with cold. I have no legs. I shouldn't be surprised if I have frostbite. We ate dinner in the corridor today because there was sunshine and warmth there. Stand by for me to get a cold.

Went to the shops for dumpling mix and ended up getting propositioned by a drunk ex-pupil in Iceland. The nerve. I was cool. Then to the card shop for a birthday card where a former, retired, colleague sidled up to me, that was far more pleasant. He's just gone when another ex-pupil from the early 80s made himself known to me. I came home where it was safe and may even be warm but I can't really tell any more.

The Inspection resulted in the supplies getting unsatisfactory lesson results and our planning will have to be top grade to make sure that their replacements are told exactly what to do. A lot of work before Christmas then. At least the majority of what we need is already available. We just need to reshape it to meet the new programmes of study. Will it never end? I think I said that before. It is definitely a young person's job these days or you just don't have any other life. I am treasuring my evenings while I can.

Today's word would be handy if there were any of these people still around. bondieusard a dealer in articles used for worship in churches. Yes bring on the graven images!

mistletoe: (Default)
This is beyond a joke. Temperature outside 36F, temperature in my room 59.7 with a draught. I am perished with cold. I have no legs. I shouldn't be surprised if I have frostbite. We ate dinner in the corridor today because there was sunshine and warmth there. Stand by for me to get a cold.

Went to the shops for dumpling mix and ended up getting propositioned by a drunk ex-pupil in Iceland. The nerve. I was cool. Then to the card shop for a birthday card where a former, retired, colleague sidled up to me, that was far more pleasant. He's just gone when another ex-pupil from the early 80s made himself known to me. I came home where it was safe and may even be warm but I can't really tell any more.

The Inspection resulted in the supplies getting unsatisfactory lesson results and our planning will have to be top grade to make sure that their replacements are told exactly what to do. A lot of work before Christmas then. At least the majority of what we need is already available. We just need to reshape it to meet the new programmes of study. Will it never end? I think I said that before. It is definitely a young person's job these days or you just don't have any other life. I am treasuring my evenings while I can.

Today's word would be handy if there were any of these people still around. bondieusard a dealer in articles used for worship in churches. Yes bring on the graven images!

Sore

Nov. 24th, 2008 06:49 pm
mistletoe: (Mr B)
Ugh my boobs are all ouchy. Breast screening hurts. Today passed less painfully elsewhere. I haven't heard from Yvette how we did in the Inspection but I had no major worries once I fixed the Interactive White Board.

Today has been cold, wet and sleety. Still blowing a gale in my classroom. The rest of the week is peaceful, I hope, with a possibility of a quiz on Thursday; be still my beating heart.  Denise gave us a mention on Loose Women today apparently, saying she wouldn't have our job for anything. Hah!

And now a mini picspam in honour of David and Jaime's wedding anniversary. You lucky girl. Pictures courtesy of[livejournal.com profile] setje  at Boreanaz.net.



Lovely.






Happy Anniversary

Sore

Nov. 24th, 2008 06:49 pm
mistletoe: (Mr B)
Ugh my boobs are all ouchy. Breast screening hurts. Today passed less painfully elsewhere. I haven't heard from Yvette how we did in the Inspection but I had no major worries once I fixed the Interactive White Board.

Today has been cold, wet and sleety. Still blowing a gale in my classroom. The rest of the week is peaceful, I hope, with a possibility of a quiz on Thursday; be still my beating heart.  Denise gave us a mention on Loose Women today apparently, saying she wouldn't have our job for anything. Hah!

And now a mini picspam in honour of David and Jaime's wedding anniversary. You lucky girl. Pictures courtesy of[livejournal.com profile] setje  at Boreanaz.net.



Lovely.






Happy Anniversary

mistletoe: (What? ani)
A day in the Copthorne Hotel after a safe journey to Newcastle. I only got lost whilst trying to find the car park. As anticipated, the lunch was excellent: 4 choices of main course (chicken, salmon, bacon loin or mushroom stroganoff with various veg.) and 3 of dessert (fresh fruit salad, cheese and biscuits or ice cream) . I had the bacon loin with mash, string beans and dijon mustard sauce followed by home made coconut ice cream, honey sauce and those wafer straw things. Delightful.

The day was a rattle through the new AF and Renewed curriculum. The presenter was full of bright ideas. You can tell these people don't actually teach but sit around coming up with thrill a minute lessons that are one offs. Swoop in; do a two hour special and swoop out again.

We had a shorter lunch break so we could finish earlier but it finished at 3.30 as per the agenda so that was a bummer as I had to leave some of my ice cream. They served it last and by the time we got it the honey sauce had solidified the dish was so cold. Anyway, I set off just after 3.30 and, having taken a wrong turning, came home the top road. So I got home at 4.10 having missed the west bound traffic. Well done me.

I had to sit around twiddling my thumbs while the site moved itself from San Francisco to Montana or wherever before I could post to keep up the month of posting.

Don't know how things went with Denise today but we are going to Valentino's on Thursday with no cameras. Except  mine of course.

Here! I forgot to mention my anniversary yesterday. 14 years ago today I was in the HDU of Newcastle General Hospital after my meningioma was removed from the olfactory nerve in my brain. It meant 7 months of convalescence and a further operation to mend the hole left by the growth in my skull, but it was worth it, because I am still here; without a sense of smell, or sight in one eye, but here. Gratefully. So, if I whinge or moan about my lot, I need to remember what might have been: not being here to whinge and moan.

OK. Bless us all!
mistletoe: (What? ani)
A day in the Copthorne Hotel after a safe journey to Newcastle. I only got lost whilst trying to find the car park. As anticipated, the lunch was excellent: 4 choices of main course (chicken, salmon, bacon loin or mushroom stroganoff with various veg.) and 3 of dessert (fresh fruit salad, cheese and biscuits or ice cream) . I had the bacon loin with mash, string beans and dijon mustard sauce followed by home made coconut ice cream, honey sauce and those wafer straw things. Delightful.

The day was a rattle through the new AF and Renewed curriculum. The presenter was full of bright ideas. You can tell these people don't actually teach but sit around coming up with thrill a minute lessons that are one offs. Swoop in; do a two hour special and swoop out again.

We had a shorter lunch break so we could finish earlier but it finished at 3.30 as per the agenda so that was a bummer as I had to leave some of my ice cream. They served it last and by the time we got it the honey sauce had solidified the dish was so cold. Anyway, I set off just after 3.30 and, having taken a wrong turning, came home the top road. So I got home at 4.10 having missed the west bound traffic. Well done me.

I had to sit around twiddling my thumbs while the site moved itself from San Francisco to Montana or wherever before I could post to keep up the month of posting.

Don't know how things went with Denise today but we are going to Valentino's on Thursday with no cameras. Except  mine of course.

Here! I forgot to mention my anniversary yesterday. 14 years ago today I was in the HDU of Newcastle General Hospital after my meningioma was removed from the olfactory nerve in my brain. It meant 7 months of convalescence and a further operation to mend the hole left by the growth in my skull, but it was worth it, because I am still here; without a sense of smell, or sight in one eye, but here. Gratefully. So, if I whinge or moan about my lot, I need to remember what might have been: not being here to whinge and moan.

OK. Bless us all!

Heigh Ho

Nov. 3rd, 2008 08:45 pm
mistletoe: (My brain hurts)
Well there we are back at the grindstone and yet.... I feel all cheery. At the moment I'm putting it down to my new tablets from the herb shop: Passiflora I love you. Loud children. Give them what for but chill. No palpitations, no steam coming out of the ears, just annoyance. Fancy that. Furthermore, I feel all invigorated instead of minging. This could be the new old me where life is beautiful all the time ha ha he he ho ho. Hang on.... don't want to go down that route: that way lies madness as I recall.

Maybe it's my anniversary coming up this month. 14 years of certified sanity may be wearing off. Hope so.

Not much else to say. I'm down to one picture to go on the quiz which might be Depeche Mode, might not. Who cares. Wheeeeee!

Today's word: scumber: the dung of a fox. No shit!

Today is the Feast Day of St Hubert the so called dog saint because of his affinity with hunters. The word of the day sheet goes on to give various words for mammalian excrement. I kid you not; viz. various rabbit, wolf, hare and otter poos - fuants, lesses, trettles, spraints, crotels a deer's fewmets and the badger's werdrobes. If you pronounce that right it sounds like where he would keep his clothes.

Heigh Ho

Nov. 3rd, 2008 08:45 pm
mistletoe: (My brain hurts)
Well there we are back at the grindstone and yet.... I feel all cheery. At the moment I'm putting it down to my new tablets from the herb shop: Passiflora I love you. Loud children. Give them what for but chill. No palpitations, no steam coming out of the ears, just annoyance. Fancy that. Furthermore, I feel all invigorated instead of minging. This could be the new old me where life is beautiful all the time ha ha he he ho ho. Hang on.... don't want to go down that route: that way lies madness as I recall.

Maybe it's my anniversary coming up this month. 14 years of certified sanity may be wearing off. Hope so.

Not much else to say. I'm down to one picture to go on the quiz which might be Depeche Mode, might not. Who cares. Wheeeeee!

Today's word: scumber: the dung of a fox. No shit!

Today is the Feast Day of St Hubert the so called dog saint because of his affinity with hunters. The word of the day sheet goes on to give various words for mammalian excrement. I kid you not; viz. various rabbit, wolf, hare and otter poos - fuants, lesses, trettles, spraints, crotels a deer's fewmets and the badger's werdrobes. If you pronounce that right it sounds like where he would keep his clothes.

Soooo

Oct. 13th, 2008 11:50 pm
mistletoe: (David by setje)
It's only Monday!?!
I have marked the Standardising materials this evening. It took 10 minutes. Not that I'm bitter and cynical or anything but really it was an insult to my intelligence. Yes we are that good.

I have made a new icon. Where would we fangirls be without [livejournal.com profile] setje ?

Soooo

Oct. 13th, 2008 11:50 pm
mistletoe: (David by setje)
It's only Monday!?!
I have marked the Standardising materials this evening. It took 10 minutes. Not that I'm bitter and cynical or anything but really it was an insult to my intelligence. Yes we are that good.

I have made a new icon. Where would we fangirls be without [livejournal.com profile] setje ?

Well dang.

Sep. 30th, 2008 08:29 pm
mistletoe: (asleep)
I haven't looked at this month's words much but today's was so apposite of the world of work this week I thought I'd share.

flaybottomist A school master with a play on the word phlebotomist - a blood-letter.

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Well dang.

Sep. 30th, 2008 08:29 pm
mistletoe: (asleep)
I haven't looked at this month's words much but today's was so apposite of the world of work this week I thought I'd share.

flaybottomist A school master with a play on the word phlebotomist - a blood-letter.

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Pah!

Sep. 28th, 2008 09:13 pm
mistletoe: (Bang)
I am fed up! I want to write something for [livejournal.com profile] fantas_magoria and I don't have time. Instead I am reading Original Writing (sic) essays by my grotty year 10s who are supposed to be C grade material. NEVER IN A MONTH OF SUNDAYS.

That is all.

Pah!

Sep. 28th, 2008 09:13 pm
mistletoe: (Bang)
I am fed up! I want to write something for [livejournal.com profile] fantas_magoria and I don't have time. Instead I am reading Original Writing (sic) essays by my grotty year 10s who are supposed to be C grade material. NEVER IN A MONTH OF SUNDAYS.

That is all.

mistletoe: (redhead)
You know this time of year is a real pain. Back to work and therefore less time to read and post. I shall draw a veil over this first week of semi-chaos and inept leadership activity from the artist formerly known as wanker. Cockup Dickhead is running that sobriquet close. I mention merely in passing that when the registers finally appeared on the system two days late on Wednesday (bearing in mind the time-table had been running since July), my Year 10 class had 33 names in it, 14 of whom I wasn't actually teaching, three who I was teaching not on the list.

So, what about Bones this week? I enjoyed it, mostly. Read on....

The man in the Outhouse )

Other news.
England won in a World Cup Qualifier. Away. Against Croatia. Very pleasing.
Sunderland led for most of the game today at one of our bete noir clubs and then they got a draw in the last ten minutes. Newcastle lost 1 - 2 to Hull City at home with the biggest cheer going to a banner which was carried round the ground. It read 'Cockney Mafia Out'. Bit OTT there. No one has woken up with a horse's head in their bed yet.

mistletoe: (redhead)
You know this time of year is a real pain. Back to work and therefore less time to read and post. I shall draw a veil over this first week of semi-chaos and inept leadership activity from the artist formerly known as wanker. Cockup Dickhead is running that sobriquet close. I mention merely in passing that when the registers finally appeared on the system two days late on Wednesday (bearing in mind the time-table had been running since July), my Year 10 class had 33 names in it, 14 of whom I wasn't actually teaching, three who I was teaching not on the list.

So, what about Bones this week? I enjoyed it, mostly. Read on....

The man in the Outhouse )

Other news.
England won in a World Cup Qualifier. Away. Against Croatia. Very pleasing.
Sunderland led for most of the game today at one of our bete noir clubs and then they got a draw in the last ten minutes. Newcastle lost 1 - 2 to Hull City at home with the biggest cheer going to a banner which was carried round the ground. It read 'Cockney Mafia Out'. Bit OTT there. No one has woken up with a horse's head in their bed yet.

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