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School Beckons...

I went back to school today, for the first time since 22 July. All new starters have been invited to attend two induction days, ahead of the commencement of the new term.

The fact that we are also being paid extra to attend, does not come into it in any way (perish the thought!).

Anyway, it was nice to meet the new faces. Tomorrow, we are going to have our photos taken for the staff bulletin board (say “don’t you dare throw that thing at me or I’ll have you in for six hours on Sunday morning, you little shit”) and get to know the new year 7 intake.

The biggie will be next Monday when we give our first lessons. If we screw up, we’ll be paying for it throughout the next year. I have to basically be a total bastard until Christmas if I want to have any control over my class. If I don’t get it right on Monday morning, they will be all over me by the next lesson. Talk about pressure!

I still don’t have too much of an idea of what I’m going to be covering but I met with my Head of Department today and he reassured me. We’ll be going over lesson plans on Thursday, so that’s ok.

Please excuse me, but I have to go and practise my “scary” expression to perfection, in time for Monday’s ordeal, I mean, lessons.

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The Scribbler said…
Bleemy, please expound on that comment!!!

Larry, thank you for your comment. As they say, it takes one to know one!
Wednesday, 31 August, 2005
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