Hello dear reader. I know you are probably wondering all about the interesting things that have been keeping me away from you all but I have to be honest and say sheer procrastination has...
So, I am now trying to relax after a long weekend of work - God bless Open Day parents and their tiny, tiny, primary school minions - and there is the most giant sodding fly I have ever seen bzzzz bzzzz bzzing about my head. Every time I get comfy and think about calling it a night.. off it bzzzes again! So I figured it must be a metaphor for my conscience telling me to get a move on and write to you all. I am hoping that Fate will look kindly on me for doing so and send the bastard thing away.
This week the open days come thick and fast. After a delightful Saturday morning, with a painted smile and a sore throat, we now get to continue the thrill of parading ourselves for more tiny minions in a hope of scoring their appreciation and - like a kid watching an advert for MacDonald's in the 90s - will use the dreaded pester power to 'encourage' their parents into allowing them to come to our school.
The balloons are out. The marking criteria is up. Let them come in their droves...
I was particularly proud this week of my year 11's. They are not destined to be the shiniest tins on the shelf (we all know the types) and it's pretty impressive that they all even make it to class without causing a riot sometimes but his week we were observed with our groups. My class absolutely blasted the Head of English away with their knowledge of Shakespearean context and it's links to Macbeth. I even had the kid who was most likely to leave by the end of year 10, discussing freely his thoughts on how James I impacted Shakespeare to include witches in the play (he was obsessed with them if you don't know!) and how Lady Macbeth reflects the evil within them. I could have kissed all of them on the way out if that wasn't highly unprofessional and downright gross.
He said to me "are they always like this?"
And I had to be honest (and pray it doesn't change) when I said "yeah... pretty much."
Have remained smugger than Lady Macbeth at the beginning of Act 2 ever since. ;-)
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