Not much else to say. I hate Tuesdays, although admittedly week 2 is far worse, and so I never have high hopes for them.
Today I started with year 11, and I've got to say they're getting lovelier and lovelier. I was trying to race through more poetry which makes it all a little rubbish but they were pretty good.
Year 9 were pretty irritating, and behaviour wasn't great, and we didn't finish what I wanted to so the lesson was a bit of a mess. I don't really know what to do with them tomorrow so that's a bit annoying.
Year 10 were frustrating in as much as the exercise took ages and lots had not brought in their coursework. Infuriating. I made a few risque jokes which didn't go down too well. Oops.
Year 8 were, well, vile. Not completely hideous, but frankly not good by any stretch of the imagination.
I stayed behind to sort out my things and did prep one of the lessons for tomorrow, which was nice.
I'm still far too disorganised and have lots of marking to catch up with. D'oh.
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