|Thanks for the Holiday. Where's my chocolate eggs?|
It's been a funny term. Seemed to fly past, but we're all exhausted.
On Wednesday, our "Professional Learning Morning" was an absolute f*cking farce.
We often have the adult equivalent of "show-and-tell" where we get a (supposedly) quick presentation fo an intersting teaching method used by one of our colleagues.
|Basket Maker in an earlier incarnation|
He had us move into a circle, and then told us the rules.
We couldn't laugh
We couldn't hide or faces.
We had to maintain eye contact with him
If we did either, we were "OUT" and had to sit quietly with arms folded.
This farce went on and f*cking on.
|This idea was going to fry my f*cking mind|
He tried funny voices, funny stories, funny walks and funny dances. I sat there with (so I was told later) a stony faced glower. I had much better things to do; mark assessments, work out reliever details, preparation for my classes.
But I just had to sit there like a spare prick at a wedding.
At last it was over, and he tried to explain that the whole f*cking thing was an attempt to get the kids to understand that if someone couldn't laugh or smile, then something was seriously wrong with that person.
Don't see why.
I never f*cking smiled.
I never f*cking laughed.
|Old Stone Face|
My Hero and peer model
He is an actor after all, so I don't really blame him. They're all supposed to be self-centred narcissists.
NO SCHOOL TOMORROW.
So my beloved, in an attempt to keep me gainfully occupied, has arranged for me to attend her Mah Jong club (23 ladies of "a certain age".)
I can hardly wait.