As I sit watching another lame proposal and acceptance on Friends, I try to forget about the dystopia from which I have just emerged. I should have guessed that Tuesday Week 1 would be a nightmare; it was the worst day in my first week, why should it be any better now? Four lessons, two of my hardest groups, and still trying to understand what the hell I'm supposed to do once I pass the threshold of my classroom. I don't really want to disect the day I had, but here's a rundown:
Period 1: Off.
Period 2: Year 11. SLT observed. Kids behaved, did their work, some wanted to come on the trip. Went well.
Period 3: Year 9. HELL. HELL HELL HELL. Three sent out, all misbehaved, phonecalls home. NIGHTMARE. The WORST lesson I have had since I've been here. Cried in the arms of the TA after. Very embarrassing.
Period 4: Year 10. Went well, kids responded, seemed to understand, not bad.
Period 5: YEar 8. NIGHTMARE class again. Lots of silliness. Lesson went to pot. Awful.
End of day, 4 phonecalls to parents. Awful. Left school, waited 40 mins for packed bus, came home to find kitchen leaking into indian place below. Still need to plan.
Light at the end of the tunnel: Geoff is coming to stay over. I am so happy.
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