Day 111: This is pain. This is what pain feels like. Just accept it.

When I have a hard time doing something I try to be philosophical about it. That is to say, I spend a good, long time whining about it, then I try to be philosophical. This was mostly the case when I was rejected by Teachy Firsty the first time I applied. Although I was utterly disconsolate for weeks, after a while I realised that I should see it as a "learning experience" and take something from it to do better next time. Cliche, but true. It was the wise words of my rather burly tattoo artist that inspired my title to this post, and my new philosophy.

This is hell. And I hate it. But there's nothing I can do about it, so I better just get used to living in it.

So it was with this new philosophy firmly emblazoned in my mind that I skipped into work this morning. As my routine doesn't change much, there's not a lot to say, but it was a pretty OK day.

I had a chat at break time with one of the TAs, who's actually an ex pupil himself. It was weird to hear that he's the same age as me, and has obviously experienced a very different side to the school. He also agreed that the kids have been exceedingly unsettled over the last couple of weeks; there's definitely something in the water. Well, I think it's actually a combination of things, but mainly the fact that so much is going on with the school, some of which I can't even write about. There is definitely a feeling of unspent energy building up; it's as if something is going to happen, and the kids know it, like dogs before a storm.

Anyway, I only had two classes today, and they were both unremarkable. Having said that, my year 11s were a little boisterous but otherwise OK, and K was brilliant. He finished his starter first, and even offered to write the answers on the board. I gave him his Oreos (from winning Hide and Seek last lesson) and a postcard to take home.

I had another brilliant Lilac-lite session after school, which I really enjoyed, and was encouraged by the woman running it to start my Latin class. I'm going to put together a little presentation to be sent out to VT groups, to see if any of the kids might want to do it.

I stayed late at work, but still didn't get everything done, so now I've got to get on it for tomorrow. Yawn.