Occasional Notes

I think the only people who might be looking forward to going back to school less than me are my students. And then only because they know that I'm going to take my lack of desire to be there out on them.

Or, rather, the very smart ones will realise that. The rest of them will just be shocked at the new depths of horribleness I discover over the coming week.


I don't waaaaaaaaaaant to go back to being a responsible adult! I would much rather frolic in the sun and drink wine and not work and stuff! Stupid need to eat. Stupid need for money to buy food. Stupid need to work for the money.

So this thing where you work and then they give you money = AWESOME.

(My first paycheque came in the mail today. Whee! It's not very much -- only for the first week's worth of working, but the very first paycheque I have ever gotten for working in my field of study. BOTH my fields of study! History and teaching! Teaching of history! All very exciting.)

Two more children failed to show up for detention today -- I get to start tomorrow off on another child-hunt. A fantastic end to the week. And that really isn't sarcasm. Nothing gives me more joy than the thought of cornering a small person on a Friday to inform them that they have an EXTRA LONG detention waiting for them on Monday due to the fact that they skipped the completely-not-a-big-deal 15 min detention they skipped, then sending them off to think about it ALL WEEKEND.

Ha! See previous post re: winning at teaching.

In other news: everyone ever needs to lay hands on and watch Life on Mars as soon as they reasonably can.


(PS: GIP. Again. From a picture I took at the Front Page exhibit.)