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Date: 21 March 2005 11:38:52
Well, after the lesson I've just had covering a Y8 group, I don't feel guilty stealing ten minutes of my non contact time updating my wiblog.
I think it's the saddest thing about teaching, when you are faced with a group of children - boys, actually, as we do separate sex teaching for our older children - who have already given up on themselves at the age of twelve or thirteen. How do you ever get through to children who just will not listen, will not try, will not stop 'playing', clearly through such an ingrained fear of failing, or even of succeeding, or being rejected by their peers. What does the future hold for these kids who simply will not give themselves a chance? I ended up sending four out, giving six playtime detentions, two after school detentions, and keeping the whole class in for five minutes of silence... which of course took the whole of break as these kids just can't get the message about complying with instructions. What does the future hold for them and their own children?
More reassuring, my other groups. They're making incredible progress most of them - it makes the job really worthwhile. Not that I wouldn't rather be on Shanklin beach, mind.
This afternoon should be a good relaxation provider. Lunch with M at the local Brewers' Fayre as she has yet another voucher needs using. Well, it'd be a shame to let the voucher go to waste, don't you think? Even if I should be doing the cleaning. My sister has decided not to visit this weekend after all, so I don't need things superficially tidy for her inspection... but there is a downside to this as she was going to keep Dad out of my hair for a day so I could do the bedroom. Hopefully he'll be sufficiently engrossed in Good Friday activities (which is why he told her not to bother coming) ... although I have a sinking feeling he may expect me to be engrossed in them too. I would, under normal circumstances, but I feel I would rather talk about Good Friday with my boys myself rather than drag them along to countless services at this stage in their development. Easter Day will be sufficient this weekend, I reckon.
No sign of Andre on my way to work again this morning. I hope he hasn't been squished! :(