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Friday, 3 December 2010
This has been a very long week, I don't remember ever feeling so old and being so tired at the end of term.
Most of the students are actually OK, just the usual troublesome few, but we're all so bloody tired that we're starting to make little errors of judgement.
Sometimes my brain feels as if it's starting to melt under the strain of the timetabling.
Just so drained and withered.
Can't think, too tired
But we mustn't panic.
Because there's ONLY SEVEN DAYS LEFT
Then WE"LL BE ON HOLIDAY
And we can completely forget about school and the students and just enjoy ourselves in the summer.