Ch ch ch ch changes....
I'm going to meet my mentor this afternoon (that's MENTOR not MAKER, stop talking at the back and concentrate).
I've just spent the last few weeks becoming 'fun student beer guzzling Daisy' and now I have to transform into 'professional tweed wearing history teacher Daisy'. It's like being Worzel Gummage or the witch from return to Oz. It's confusing and exhausting, yet strangely exhilerating... I just hope that I don't accidently screw on the wrong head for school.
'How was your day Jonny?'
'Oh it was fine mummy until Miss Flower started pole dancing on her desk'
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(29.9.04 13:23) Its all very Jekyll and Hyde, but it sounds like you (and probably pupils) are gonna have loads of fun... |
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(29.9.04 13:24) Er I think that last line should be 'Oh, it was fine mummy, then Miss Flower started pole dancing on her desk, and history became more of a fun and interesting subject. I think Miss Flower is great.' |
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(29.9.04 13:41) Yes - I think Jonny would have no problem with that at all. |
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(29.9.04 14:48) Would you like me to sew some leather patches onto your elbows for you? |
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(29.9.04 14:53) As long as you don't snag the tweed.... |
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(29.9.04 18:37) That's not little Jonny of all the little Jonny rude jokes is it? Doesn't seem fair to inflict him on a newbie teacher ..... |