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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

A bit heavy-handed with the symbolism

I took this photo this morning, from the bedroom window.




I am starting to feel like I'm getting a grip on the whole work thing. I had been feeling that I wasn't going to manage shuttling between departments - on Friday it seemed like whenever I needed a particular piece of paper, it was on my other desk, and I couldn't get my head around which group in which subject I was supposed to be teaching at any moment, let alone where I was supposed to teaching them. But yesterday was more manageable, and today I actually felt like I knew what I was doing. Tomorrow is my lightest teaching day so that's good, but I've got my PGCE course in the evening, which is less good. At least it looks as though I'll still be able to go to my Wednesday night yoga class - if I leave straight from there I should get to class on time. That's if the world doesn't end before then, of course.

4 comments:

zunzun said...

What grade/s do you teach? Can't remember...

I can't believe how grown your daughters are...I kept looking at the picture wondering where time had gone. I think it hit me hard because I don't usually see them in juxataposition to you so the height difference was shocking!!!

Annalise said...

I teach at a 6th form college - 16-18 year olds. Kids here write a big set of exams at 16, at the end of their secondary school years. After that they either get a job, or go onto some sort of vocational training, or take the more academic route of doing a 2 year A-level course - which is required for university. I am teaching A-level psychology and sociology.

Andrea Q said...

Ray tried to explain the God particle to me last night. Interesting, but my eyes still glazed over!

Glad you're settling in!

Anonymous said...

You are sooo busy, and running a home full of children too, I take my hat off to you.

My boys were sooo cross about the big bank experiment, how dare they end the world when they are only kids. We had to keep telling them it's not happening, with constant chants of "but what if".