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It's all about counting your blessings.
It's not about having more or being more. It's about being comfortable with who your are.
Life is a short and wonderful gift. Sometimes it can be bleak and cold... and sometimes it can be summer sunshine.
Too just have one friend, to touch one life... to have been in love, to
have travelled to have lived... just to have tasted champagne...
I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
It's just taken me 844 blog entries, 6977 comments and 564 sweeties to realise it.
I wrote in my first ever blog entry on the 16th July 2003 that I
couldn't paint my self grey just yet; so I told you all that I
travelled in my head every day - trying to be somewhere else.
Well, today, I'm right here. And you know what? I quite like the view.
Perhaps I might even stay a while.
Ignorance, bliss and the place inbetween
So, in my next placament I have to teach Irish History (1798-1921) to a
class of 17 and 18 year olds who are all predicted As and Bs...
Not a subject that a Classical historian has had much experience in...
I don't know what is more buggered: Me: Them or my Easter Holidays...
School girl crush
Remember when the whole world had a crush on Scott Robinson?
Well not me. Ever the mercenary, my 9 year old heart swelled for another Robinson altogether...
Yummy yummy Paul Robinson... the rich lover of twins with leather jackets and a ruthlessly good business sense...
..and still it transpires, after watching neighbours today that I still love him...
Is this better or worse than DJ Dr Fox?
First day at school
I have bought my packed lunch, polished my shoes and cleaned out my pencil case...
I am about to embark on a mountain of ironing, paint my nails and read up on the Irish conflict (up to 1921).
Tomorrow is my first day at my new school....
I hope the other teachers play nice, that the staff room is cosy and
that there is at least one unimaginably yummy PE teacher for me to
drool over a la distance at break.
Wish me luck...
I told you so!
My first day at my new school was just lovely. The children were rosy
cheeked little pets, the teachers were gloriously sarcastic and dry and
there was not an interactive whiteboard to be seen!
Naturally I didn't expect to spend the morning talking to year 7 about
Britneys nipples (I bet this shows up on a google search now!!) but we
take whatever is thrown at us...
Of course, there was one thing that was slightly worrying me, as I sat
on the big wooden table in the staff room sucking a lollipop and
casually reading up on Henry II and Thomas Becket (yeah yeah). There
appeared to be rather a serious lack of totty...
At that moment the staff room door opened and a Justin Timberlake type in a rather sext suit popped his head round the door...
'Oh hi' He said, I've been at a course all day... can't stop and chat but we'll talk properly tomorrow'
'Sure' said I, swinging my legs 'what do you teach?'
'PE'
Of course he does!
He he he he!!
See this space? Well, now watch it.
"The PE teacher was asking about you..."
Said my mentor.
"In a good way."
Yum yum.
I like this school... Today I have learned about Japan in the 1930's, the artillery of the first world war and been treated to sweet milky coffee out of a tin at the fifth forms D&T exibition.
I like this school because there are still fifth forms and lower sixth rather than that confusing year 11 business...
I like this school because the children were so engrossed in passing notes to each other that they accidently passed it to me.
I like this school because I could properly eat the PE teacher - who is at least 100 foot tall. Really.
However, as I suspect that its not really the done thing to eat tall Timberlake-type PE teachers in the staff canteen, I will just take a moment to nibble on a tea cake and plan my first lesson on the Crusades.