Day 67: Drag.

Considering how much I was dreading going in to work today, it wasn't actually too bad. That's not to say it was good, but still.

I started the day with my Year 7s. They were performing their speeches (funeral orations for Beowulf) and some were great. Behaviour was a little sketchy, exacerbated by my poor planning, but otherwise it was ok.

Year 11 came after break, and I have never been so disappointed in myself. The guys don't know how to do anything for themselves. It's painful. Some of them were really really trying, but I just don't know what to do with them. I'm terrified that I haven't prepared them properly for their mock exam. My colleague told me not to worry, that it wasn't my fault assuming I'd done everything I could. I'm not convinced I have.

Year 9 were after lunch, and were both lively and thin on the ground. Unfortunately, as it's the last week of term, trying to make them sit an assessment was never going to be easy, and I relented and let them watch Romeo and Juliet, which had been shown to them the day before in my absence. I got them to agree to do the assessment tomorrow instead, which I am SURE will happen. One of the boys, U, asked me to send an email to the head of punishing pupils, or whatever her title is, telling her what a good boy he was. Unlikely, kiddo!

Finally, I had to round the day off with the delightful Year 8. My plan for the lesson was to finish the play, and we did, and not much else. It was pretty appalling lesson, if I'm honest, but they read through it, and watched a film version, and all was well. Enough.

I left pretty early to go home to plan, but not a lot of that's happened so far. I am so frazzled. And that's with a day away from teaching yesterday.

Only three more days to go...