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I got to work at 7.30 today. 2 hours before I have to teach and yet I can't be bothered to do my marking or my prep. I am just sitting here - gazing blankly at the screen, sipping coffee.
I saw my boy last night. It's been a real slow burner but I am starting to think that maybe he is 'the one'. Normally I fall fast from the sky and then spend the next year trying to climb out of it... but this time I've ummed and ahhed and not been able to decide whether he's really magical.
I've been a bit manipulative too... I've just bought him a personal trainer which he starts on Thursday and he's doing loads of educational stuff too. The thing is he is such a wonderful person but no-one has ever pushed him before. I didn't even push - I just gave a nudge and a wink....
But for the last couple of weeks I've been staring at him aften, his blue eyes and lovely smile... and the way that I was spoiled to death on my birthday, and everyday before and after my birthday. I think that maybe ladies this girl is waving her single days goodbye for good...
But Shhhhh.... SECRET.
Morning!
My birthday party was lovely. I would post pictures, but I'm not going to.
Now - I have 6 hours of the English Civil War, President Bush, WW1 Recruitment and Tsarist Russia to get through before I can go home and eat cake.
Tuesdays. A day of thought... and trash TV.
Ops!
I have noticed that the less work I do in a lesson - the more I have to do when I get home. For example, today I had a wonderful double lesson of 6th form silence... and now I have to pay the consequences... 13 Essays to mark on Charles' financial policy in the First Civil War.
Bleugh.
I guess that this is my penance for having a night last night of red wine, pizza and a very very early night... ;o)
Are you hitting on me.
At the bus stop this morning.
Man: *smiles at Daisy*
Daisy: *smiles* (before really realising what she was doing)
Man: Hello
Daisy: *nods without smiling*
Man: You seem really nice. Would you like to engage me in conversation this morning and we could talk?
Daisy: Erm. No
I'm so London, baby.
In other news, I am going to the House of Commons on Monday, with my politics 6th formers. Perhaps they will make me prime minister... or queen.
Vodka and ice
I'm teaching the Russia revolution at the moment, and I have an overwhelming desire to watch Dr Zhivago as a result.
Mmmm... Omar Sharif
I might wear peasant clothes tonight and make the boy play 'Lara's theme' on the guitar for a couple of hours.
Proud
Today I had a good lesson with a very difficult class. This is just about the best thing that can happen to you when you are a teacher.
Before the lesson, when you know how they are going to challenge you, your stomach wraps up in knots and you prepare yourself for total war. Almost you can feel yourself getting knotted and tighter and hurty. But today. my knots started to unravel because the class were lovely and loud and messy and wanted to work hard, and to show me what they had done. I have things to put on the walls from them. Things they are proud of.
When I left the class I thought to myself about how I was really winning, and how hard I have worked to get to this stage.*
Then I read Em's blog and that got me into even more of a reflective mood. I don't have to work hard, I am lucky enough to be able to survive pretty well on a part-time-pansy office job if I wanted to because of my background. Instead, everyday I get up and transform myslef into Miss. Everyday I inspire and laugh and mark and encourage and work my fucking ass off. And you know what? I'm very very proud of myself...
...and next week - if I fall - then at least I can read back on this certain in the knowledge that I can really really do this!!
* I then found out that one of my poppy sellers had been charging extra on the promise that they would get a kiss from me, but as he did quite good business I decided (once I'd finished laughing) to let it slide.
Ugh
I woke up this mroning in complete agony. After I established that I hadn't had a stroke a la Mickey Miller of Eastenders fame, I realised that what I did have was a nasty cold that has been threatening me for some time.
I had obviously spent the night sleeping with my mouth wide open and a ping-pong ball trying to escape through my sinus's.
Suprisingly, my kids haven't been too testing today... perhaps they are in fear of the lady with the bright red nose, or perhaps - as is more likely, I'm a right bitch when I feel bad.
Bring on my bed.