All is Sweetness and Light

What a lovely day!

It was a bit brisk this morning (about 9º C), but it soon warmed up nicely.

I had no surprises regarding relief, and all of my pre-planned relief teachers turned up at the appropriate times to cover their classes.

We even had one ex-teacher (on sabbatical, not retired ex-Clive) who turned up and was given a timetable with absolutely no given work, who didn't complain or whinge, but got stuck into the classes.

Just perfect

My own classes were perfect (as always) with the students vying with each other to see who could produce the best designed assessment.

Nothing untoward marred the perfect day, with temperatures soaring to the high teens.

My classes in the afternoon were as perfect as my classes in the morning.

Just perfect again

Each pupil was polite, respectful, and industrious. I was soon running out of time in complimenting the little angels.

All of my relieving teachers were on time, and actually taught the material as given to them, and accurately completing the class roles (always a b*gger with relievers, as they can't (even with the best will in the world) identify all the students in a class)

My afternoon classes were an absolute delight, with everyone, and I mean 100%, on task and completely focused.

I couldn't have asked f....

NO, I CAN'T GO ON.

THIS IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT.

TWISTEDSCOTTISH BASTARD does not do nice.

Not a nice bloke
My peer model

I hate RINGO.

RANT WARNING

I had a full f*cking load of relief teaching for today, but it was all pre-set and pre-arranged.

Then Ringo texted me.

He had forgotten to :

1. Give me a class roll
2. Give me a lesson plan of any f*cking sort.
3. Given me the special keys needed to release the laptop computers he's managed to con from our school board and that he needed for his "lesson".

Now I was still expected to arrange the bloody relief.

If a 'normal' teacher had done something like this I would have explained (gently but aggressively) that
 I NEED A F*CKING ROLL, A F*CKING LESSON PLAN, AND IF AT ALL F*CKING POSSIBLE, EVERYTHING SET UP BEFOREHAND.

Especially as it was all (or supposed to be) pre-planned.

It wasn't a sudden sickness or an accident, it was all arranged.

Sometimes I f*cking despair.

If the people who are supposed to set a good example to the rest of us just f*ck up because of forgetfulness or just sheer incompetence, then they should be called up for their absolute disregard of their basic duties and responsibilities.

I'm very, very, very tempted to call the bastard out.

6 months ago he pointed out in a staff meeting, that an email I had sent to all staff was unprofessional. 

All the email had said was to point out colleagues that the age of a certain student was now over 16 and that he could be legitimately sent out into the cruel, cold world.

I disagreed at the time that it was unprofessional, but I didn't say a word, biding my time.

I wonder what the reaction would be if at tomorrow's staff briefing I said something like:

"6 months ago, Ringo told you all that my actions on sending a humorous email were unprofessional"

"Yesterday Ringo left me to arrange relief for a LINKS class (the less-able, and often disruptive students), with no class roll, no lesson plan, and no keys to open the COWS computers in his room.

In my role as relief coordinator, I would deem that action (and lack of planning) exceedingly unprofessional"

I wonder if I'll have the guts to do it.

Our management philosophy

We'll see.

BTW, I was sorely tempted to use this picture for my bit about perfect.  I'm sure you'll all know why.