Things to do

Here is my actual to do list for this weekend. As you can see I have been less than successful. I'm hopeful of a turn around in the last few hours of the weekend though.

Perhaps a mite too close when I took this with my phone then.

Mark Q5

Work that is two weeks old should really be marked by now. But something that was more pressing was...

Application form and CV

It had an actual deadline and they seem to be pretty firm on those. Unlike my Year 2s who I can fend off with any old excuse.

Blog

Well I am, but not about what I want to - skiing stories.

Facebook photos

Normally I'm off like a shot in showing off my adventures but not this time. Work is the enemy of Facebook.

Lyon - register

Oh boys and girls there's a good blog about this coming too. I'm going there in the summer and I am v. excited about it. Ok, well I'm excited. Kind of. Alright, let me rephrase that. I'm going there in the summer (and we'll stop there). I did nearly manage to do this, but then my internet was being stupid and I lost it. Might need to try again before too long.

Other things I did this weekend that I resisted putting on my to do list were watching Grey's and Gossip Girl. Those were more extra-curricular activies.

Making their mommas proud

As a teacher, you get a bit of cheek each day. I mostly seem to get it from students that I don't teach. I think that's a good thing. Like today I was told my action 'wasn't appropriate' by a student (without going into detail, you can imagine my action was nothing but appropriate, theirs on the other hand...well you can guess). This was met with a Level Yellow response (firmly put in their place quickly without any need for further action, or indeed, me becoming enraged). 

We have weekly conversations about students answering back in the staffroom. No doubt about who we blame...the parents. In parent/teacher consultations some parents say things like 'he did what?!'...'well you dish out whatever you think is right'...'if she gives you any gip then...'. Then there's the others, which are largely quiet on parents' nights, but you'll soon know about them if they think their precious darling was wronged. 

Our staffroom needs to consider another influential group however. Footballers. I present Exhibit A.

Mature boys, very mature. Well done in accepting the punishment for your mistake.

Hail to the chief

Anyone else surprised Obama landed in Stansted? The shops are crap. And that train into central London is really expensive.

And just by the way, who remembers when it was the G7? And then it was G8 cos... well I don't know, but it was 8. You turn your back for a minute and there's like 12 more G countries!

And another point, wasn't the G8 in Gleneagles that Saint Bono hosted or something the G summit that was to save the world?

I'm just saying.

Marching on

February had been going so well and then March came...and has nearly been, and without a post. Hmm. And yet I had a few things I could have written about on here. Soul Mates, rugby and skiing primarily. Maybe I will. Just not tonight. Parents' evening and talking for two and a half hours straight before a SMOG meeting has me pretty whacked so night night.

And I believe he's in session with Zane tonight

I haven't got tagged for this on Facebook yet but I've seen and ever keen to avoid coursework marking I thought I'd give it a go and post it here instead. If you haven't seen it, armed with nothing but random Wikipedia, Quote and Flickr pages you have to create an album cover for a fictious artist/band. Here's mine:

Not so fussed on the artist name (a dead Icelandic journalist don't you know. I know my brain struggles to remember all the late great Icelandic journalists so I imagine you are much the same) but doesn't the album name sound exactly like something Snow Patrol would come off with? And Flickr, you consistently exhibit outstanding pictures, I don't know why I don't visit more often.

One other funny thing from today, I had someone ask me about what the cavalry was. When they furthered it with 'horses?' I couldn't help myself but sing out loud 'horses, horses, horses' a la Meg Ryan, 'Sleepless in Seattle' style. It's fair to say they had no clue what I was going on about. I hope you do otherwise I will have just embarrassed myself with that for a second time today.