Sorry for the interruption.
Four days of feeling like shit.
Four days of trying to think with a brain filled with cotton wool.
Now I have some inkling of how Ringo feels every day.
I get the sneaking suspicion that the code, created by Richard [of RBB] has been broken, and he knows we're talking about him.
Every time I mention him in an ever-so-slightly derogatory way on m'blog, I get the silent glare, or the grunted "TSB" in the morning.
But you never know, it might just be his usual mean-spirited f*cking ignorant every-day behaviour.
But I'm a little too biased to be objective. Honestly.
We've got two lots of reports and a pile of external moderation to get through over the next two weeks, plus of course, the much dreaded Teacher Only Day.
I still fell that we should all just bugger off to the pub and get royally pissed.
Then we should parade the little darlings AND their parents/ Aunties/Uncles/ Whatever and REALLY tell them what we think of them.
Tell them what job we think they're really fitted for.
Dump all of the PC vocabulary, and call a spade a f*cking spade.
But we can't, as half of our Māori students and adults would probably think we were calling them the "N" word.
We can't use the "N" word, but the kids can.
Every day we hear a student refer to another student as N*gg*r, and hearing the constant repetition of "Bitch" when referring to members of the fairer sex, is, quite frankly nauseating.
God I hate Rap music and the so-called GANGSTA attitude. I'd give them attitude.
What about a short back and sides and a real job.
I've just heard on the news about a kid of 14 up in Paeroa (N. Island of New Zealand, near the Coromandel Peninsula) who took an operable but imitation pistol into school and shot another pupil between the eyes.
The he tried to cap the kid (who was trying to hide under a desk) with a head shot.
The teacher, MAY HIS FAME IGNITE THE HEAVENS IN REMEMBRANCE belted the kid and floored the little scrote.
|Bliss, sheer f*cking bliss.|
He then held the kid immobile until the cops turned up.
I bet over half of my fellow pedagogues felt like doing that, AND THIS BLOKE HAD THE LEGAL RIGHT TO DO SO!
Absolute f*cking bliss.
I wonder if I could persuade on of my little angels to try some role play.
They'd never go for it.
They all know that with my Army training, I'd have their shoulder dislocated, their heads up their rectums and straight-armed out of the window before you could say Political F*cking Correctness.
Ah well, I can always dream.
There's a thought.
I wonder if I could
I've still got one of my Ruger .22s somewhere.
Remember that line from the Untouchables delivered by the inimitable Sean Connery?
"They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. He comes at you with an imitation firearm, you plug him with a Ruger .22"
Ah, Happy days. Happy days.
Never mind, I've still got my dignity if not my good health.
I've been checked.