Friday April 6th
Are you looking for this?Thursday February 1st
So, I said last year that having an interactive whiteboard would mean I could update more because I could write little and often instead of saving it up. And this was working REALLY well - I had about 4 entries all ready to upload, on my stick.
But then, my stick cooked itself in one of the staffroom computers last week. And, yknow, I'm lazy, and I hadn't uploaded any of my entries, so they are lost forever. Boo. There were some good things on there too, honest. Proper vintage Sally - an Evils of Alcohol installment (which I can write again but it won't be as snappy) and lots of other fascinating things about me. Now, lost forever. There would be something a bit poetic about that, if it wasn't so annoying.
Anyway, I don't have much to say. That's a lie. I have LOADS to say, but I am so tired. I am not loving life right now. I mean....it's a happy life. I love my job. I love my home. I love Mr Z. Married life is great. The mog is fluffy and fat and happy. The worst thing that happened to me today was leaving my housekeys on my desk at work (at least, I hope I left them there - otherwise that is a worse event than I think it is). But I am so tired. So, so dog tired. I had been doing really well with the usual resolution of earlier bedtimes, all through January it was going swimmingly, but this week it has sort of all gone to the dogs, post-Oftsed, like. Oh yeah, we had them in last week. You should see my displays! My room looks awesome - all that stuff I had lying around that I never got round to putting up is all over the place now. However, Ofsted didn't visit me at all - I would be pleased, but I am slightly offended that they didn't even deign to include us in their tour of the school. I guess now we're combined humanities, they felt that a trip to the geography department was sufficient. Or it was too cold. There are some real positives to teaching in the carpark - as my colleague says, it's like the English Channel - it's saved us so many times.
We leave to ski in 2 weeks. I am exhausted by the prospect. I am fed up to the back teeth with returning parental phone calls about broken shoes laces on hire stuff and the like. It's bad enough chasing 33 kids, without having to sort their parents out too. And there are some worrying rumours relating to some of the kids coming with us. I am trying not to think about it.
Anyway, I am still here. If you love me and miss me, you will email me and tell me so. It would be nice to have something in amongst the spam. I am going to have to remove all my email links from this page shortly, to get rid of it all. Now I am going to mark coursework, again. I think this is my least favourite job of all. Give me 33 broken boot laces any day.