Just one of those damn days!
May. 11th, 2006 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveAll week long I've been waiting for Friday... and today I was just wishing it was Friday worse than ever. I've noticed the busses this week have been a few minutes early - both of the ones that go past my road that is... couple of times I had to run up the hill to the stop. This morning they were /extra/ early, ended up having to wait for the next one.
Got to school and the phone rings, it's the agency with a booking for tomorrow, which I guess is good, because it's always useful to be working.
Year 4 literacy and the kids are bloody aweful - worse in Numeracy. See... the focus of the school this week is on year 6, because they're taking their SATs this week. So the year 4 are all acting up for attention. Drove me to distraction.
Lunchtime felt like way too short, and I spent half of it with the teacher whose class I would be taking in the afternoon trying to understand what it was he was telling me he wanted me to do. It obviously made sense to him, but I felt at times like he was talking a foreign language or some kind of shorthand for his memory.
Year 5 - what can I say. Half the class missing for the first 15 minutes because they were changing from footbally at lunchtime. So we started late, and then still objected to me making them read until 1.35. "We only read until 1.30." "Well we didn't start until 1.15, so five minutes more won't kill you. Technically you're supposed to read for 30 minutes, which would be 1.45." no comment to that - wisely, because after the morning I was not taking prisoners. So then we start work, took them ages to get into groups of four. Finally got them started, and they at least managed to work together, but they were /so/ noisy. Listening to each other's presentations at the end of the work was absolute crap! After that there was a 'land use' survey to fill out... and only, by this time because of all the fussing, 20 minutes or there abouts to do so. Should have been enough, but then 'the one' that there always in every class started to screw around under the tables. I ended up picking up the phone and calling for the head to come and sort him out. Of course between the time of my call and the head's arrival he sorted himself out, and there was also another teacher that came to take names for volunteers for peer mediation - so I ended up appearing like a total idiot. *sighs*
Five minutes to go until the end, one of the children brings me a piece of paper on which is written 'Miss Phillish is a tramp' And that's the straw that does it. This camel is well and truly busted. I get them silent, explain that I expect the person that wrote it to own up - do the responsible thing and save themselves a world of trouble, because if they don't I'm taking the paper to the head for him to deal with it. I gave whoever (and I pretty much knew who - handwriting and all), time to come to me privately after school and own up. Nothing... Nada... Zip. So the paper goes to the head, who /says/ he'll sort it but... I dunno...
It was really hot today, making the journey home seem longer than it was. Everyone's always home before me. Managed to get dad to put the end of Enterprise on... well the last half of it... not that I get to see it because there's a conversation going on about something or other. I forget what, but half of the time dad was making random comments about how much of an idiot he thought Archer was for not shooting the suiliban (sp?).
Showered... sleep off the headache (a common occurrence just lately)... but that down to the awful day. Got up and got online. Hopefully the day will end better than it has been for the rest of it.
Got to school and the phone rings, it's the agency with a booking for tomorrow, which I guess is good, because it's always useful to be working.
Year 4 literacy and the kids are bloody aweful - worse in Numeracy. See... the focus of the school this week is on year 6, because they're taking their SATs this week. So the year 4 are all acting up for attention. Drove me to distraction.
Lunchtime felt like way too short, and I spent half of it with the teacher whose class I would be taking in the afternoon trying to understand what it was he was telling me he wanted me to do. It obviously made sense to him, but I felt at times like he was talking a foreign language or some kind of shorthand for his memory.
Year 5 - what can I say. Half the class missing for the first 15 minutes because they were changing from footbally at lunchtime. So we started late, and then still objected to me making them read until 1.35. "We only read until 1.30." "Well we didn't start until 1.15, so five minutes more won't kill you. Technically you're supposed to read for 30 minutes, which would be 1.45." no comment to that - wisely, because after the morning I was not taking prisoners. So then we start work, took them ages to get into groups of four. Finally got them started, and they at least managed to work together, but they were /so/ noisy. Listening to each other's presentations at the end of the work was absolute crap! After that there was a 'land use' survey to fill out... and only, by this time because of all the fussing, 20 minutes or there abouts to do so. Should have been enough, but then 'the one' that there always in every class started to screw around under the tables. I ended up picking up the phone and calling for the head to come and sort him out. Of course between the time of my call and the head's arrival he sorted himself out, and there was also another teacher that came to take names for volunteers for peer mediation - so I ended up appearing like a total idiot. *sighs*
Five minutes to go until the end, one of the children brings me a piece of paper on which is written 'Miss Phillish is a tramp' And that's the straw that does it. This camel is well and truly busted. I get them silent, explain that I expect the person that wrote it to own up - do the responsible thing and save themselves a world of trouble, because if they don't I'm taking the paper to the head for him to deal with it. I gave whoever (and I pretty much knew who - handwriting and all), time to come to me privately after school and own up. Nothing... Nada... Zip. So the paper goes to the head, who /says/ he'll sort it but... I dunno...
It was really hot today, making the journey home seem longer than it was. Everyone's always home before me. Managed to get dad to put the end of Enterprise on... well the last half of it... not that I get to see it because there's a conversation going on about something or other. I forget what, but half of the time dad was making random comments about how much of an idiot he thought Archer was for not shooting the suiliban (sp?).
Showered... sleep off the headache (a common occurrence just lately)... but that down to the awful day. Got up and got online. Hopefully the day will end better than it has been for the rest of it.
