What a treat! I am already pretty lucky with my Fridays, as I always get the afternoon off. I was once again blessed with my year 10s having an exam after my lesson, so I was going to let them revise once again - although only for half the lesson, mind.
I started the day with a meeting with my mentor, and had stayed up until 1am Thursday night to get my journal up to date. It's been a constant source of embarrassment and irritation that it is so out of date, and I'd put off showing it to anyone in ages because of it. Every week I'd done the same old, "I'll do it this weekend" and every week I'd forget and make a new excuse. I sound like one of my students. Anyway, I decided that I couldn't bear to go through the same ritual again with my mentor, and was determined to sort it. So, I did. Propped up in bed, I managed to fill it in like a mother bitch, and apart from a few "weekly reflections" I got it smack up to date. Winner! My meeting was pretty successful, in as much as my mentor went through the whole thing and signed most of it off. Thank the lord!
Year 10 were next, and I let them revise for their science test, but only after 20 minutes' worth of work on their English coursework. They were fairly compliant, and I was a little flattered to have one of them (the one who had emailed me over half term with her coursework, and whom I had recommended to my HoD for an award for excellent effort on her coursework) told me that I was her favourite teacher. Well, she did add that I was her favourite teacher until I refused to let her sit next to one of the boys. Shame. They were pretty good, as a class, although I was embarrassed that I still hadn't managed to mark their coursework or their books, and they were beginning to get a little shirty.
Anyway, after them were year 7, and I actually had a fabulous lesson. I tried putting in as much enthusiasm and "passion" as my professional mentor had recommended, and I really enjoyed myself. Not sure if the kids did, but still. We got through the lesson, they understood and did the tasks, and we even got to the plenary. Hurrah!
After that I was finished, and spent the afternoon *not* marking, despite having drawn up a marking timetable, but washing up and sorting out the communal cupboard in the English office. It made me feel better, anyway.
Finally, the week was finished, and I ran down to the pub, and celebrated another week down - and a cigarette-free one at that.
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