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Prize giving
A sweetie for the first person to tell me what jelly babies have to do with the first world war?
Think.
While you are chained to your desk today think of me (and 80 kids)... in a museum armed with stickers and lollypops possibly dressed as a roundhead.
Hoorah!
I just spoke to one of my college tutors to arrange a time for him to come and observe me... He said that he only needed 10 minutes after the lesson to chat to me as he had spoken to my other tutor and couldn't imagine that there would be any problems at all...
Which is a good thing...
Go me.
Gaff
Oh my god... I just told year 10 that their class teacher (who is about 25) was surprisingly good with a sword.
How they laughed.
Dying.
H.A.P.P.Y.
Despite the fact that I have been in a foul and evil mood all day I am
going to make myslef go to Fankie and Benny's restaurant where I am
going to eat pizza's covered in pineapple and ham and drink oceans
worth of long island iced tea.
Then no doubt I will be sick.
Now... could someone pelase tell me what happened to the weekend bacause I seemed to miss it!
Bleurgh.
Once again it has got to that part of the week.
You know the part where you barely have the energy to apply makeup, have to get a taxi to school because your knee's are broken and you lose your sense of humour over a missing box of jelly babies.
Knackered doesn't really do it justice... but I will crack on and find a way to make James I (and VI) exciting if it kills me....
Did you know that he was scared of pigs?
See. Exciting.