Being a full time secondary school teacher these days doesn't leave a lot of time to write, unfortunately. It's now 10.50pm and every morning I tell myself I'm going to be in bed by 10 that night; every night I get to bed around 11.30 and the next morning I tell myself I'm going to bed by 10 ...
Anyway, some good and bad things from the past few weeks:
David Cameron is now Prime Minister of Britain.
The Tories have to share power with the Lib-Dems. Oh, and it's also bad that he's Scottish, although he is an MP for an English seat I think. Seriously, when will England get its own parliament? The Tories would have won a clear majority if it wasn't for those Welsh, Scottish and Irish seats.
METALLICA tickets!!!! YEAH!! October 13, 7.30pm, I'm going to be rocking it out in the mosh pit, wearing whichever black metallica t-shirt I can find that still fits, pulling the devil's horns with both hands and yelling along with every song. It's going to rock! Oh, advance notice - I'm not going to be at school on October 14. Deal with it.
Still no word about Rugby World Cup tickets, although I put in a bid last month. I think its pretty close to the cut off date for buying them now, so fingers crossed I get my ticky-tickies for the Eden Park matches and the semi at AMI Stadium. Plus it would be cool if I can get drawn for finals tickets. Might have to start saving money ...
Got elected back onto the Massey Board of Trustees - this may also be BAD depending on how many late nights it is going to entail. But it is nice to win anyway :)
Teenage hysteria. Honestly, what's with mobs and that horrendous shriek? J Williams visited our school today. I had to ask who he was, like most of the staff (apparently once you hit 30 you no longer have any idea what's "cool", which is actually a bit of a relief, because most of what is "cool" to teenagers is actually just "stupid", "idiotic", "criminal", "irresponsible", or "moronic" anyway). He's a hip hop dancer and r&b singer apparently. Something like that anyway. Ok, so some numpty decides that he's going to have a free concert in our hall, and doesn't think that maybe security might be a good idea. I headed down to the staffroom a few minutes before lunch thinking to grab a coffee and then go out to help with crowd control. Ixnay on the offeecay, there were already 300 kids minimum blocking the narrow passage between the staffroom and admin block which leads to the hall. Spent the next ten minutes trying to calm and slow the kids down as they got into the hall and then dispersing those that couldn't fit in the hall. Those that were waiting to get in were not happy that they weren't being allowed past. I ended up essentially acting as a human wall trying to prevent this mob of kids pushing through to get to the hall. It was pandemonium. I don't think I've ever been more fearful for a students' safety than I was at that moment - we were so lucky that no one was hurt. Absolute chaos. I can still hardly believe it, it was just so unnerving. It obviously unsettled me because when this boy spun past me and made a run for it I unleashed the full fury of my angry-teacher-yelling voice for the first time ever in my teaching career. I've been involved with breaking up fights, pulling grappling kids off the middle of a main road in traffic, dealing with a bus crash while on a school trip, busting taggers in flagrante delicto (and catching the little buggers too when they thought they could run away from me), and all sorts of shit that teachers have to put up with these days, but until today I have NEVER yelled at a kid like I did then. I'm not happy that I lost my cool, but all I could see was a horde of kids following his example, and the resulting carnage would have been catastrophic. BAD :(
Free beer at Bar 159. My quiz team has come second four weeks running, and the time before that we won. Prize = bar tab. Bar tab = free beer. Mmm. Whenever I tell my kids at school some random fact, I always remind them that one day it could help them in a pub quiz. Free beer is GOOD :)
Bedtime is also GOOD :)
That's my two cents to sense.