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I've been contacted by new manager-to-be, asking me to come in from next Monday. I was hoping to have a few days break, but I really shouldn't be complaining as I get six weeks off in about a month.

The weather is going through a rather glorious patch. Who wants to work in this heat? And why are schools NEVER air-conditioned. What kind of primitive country do I live in?

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Just said…
Hi CW,

The weather is really super. But little Dave's elimentary schoolbuilding is a "oven" too, little protection against warming up in such conditions.

Good Luck and take care

BTW: the boy I gave extra lessons to this last schoolyear in English managed to score a 6.9 on his final exam and a 7 on his overall list - on a scale of 10. He came from a 4.7 overall result last schoolyear, thus making a jump of 2.3 points. His teacher was impressed! And we two are very happy ... .
The Scribbler said…
Thanks Cuz.

Well done on your student. Isn't it a wonderful feeling when you feel you've made an impact? It's what teaching is all about - and you appreciate it all the more when you have to get through all the other "stuff" to see what the kids can do if they really apply themselves.
I should have been a teacher... I guess there is still time if I really want to make it happen.
The Scribbler said…
Never too late. You certainly have the empathy for kids, which is half the job

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