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Date: 02 February 2005 13:32:19
It is one of the interesting and simultaneously infuriating things becoming a learner when you are a teacher. It's really beneficial because it puts you in the position that many kids find themselves in.. especially the other week when I knew I had an assessment for the massage class and when I was trying to find time to do my homework and just hadn't the self-discipline to make time. I did it, though, eventually. But the difficult thing is that you can't help criticising the teaching style of your tutor and thinking how you'd do it differently if it were you. Hmmm... I think the old humility could do with a bit of work, don't you think?
I am really irritated by part of my homework this week. It's a missing words sheet on the lymphatic system. Ask me to describe the lymphatic system and I could produce you a pretty informative essay on the way the system works (according to my research, that is. Not that I already know it like the back of my hand!) but give me a missing words sheet with about 50% of the words missing and no clue as to which words they're looking for and I'm lost. What on earth are they looking for?
I've had an amazing piece of luck with my other piece of lymphatic system homework, though. We were given a rather vague diagram to label. I looked everywhere for the relevant information. Even on the internet they were brilliant at giving a description of the lymphatic system but without reference to a diagram which identified the parts I have to label. Hmmm... It was starting to look as though I was going to have to visit the tutor and ask her help (good grief, now that would be an exercise in humility). But there I was in my special needs maths class with Year Five (the nine-year-olds) and what should I spot on one pupil's desk but a book on human anatomy. Yes, human anatomy. I ask to borrow it, flick through to the appropriate page and what should I find but a beautiful diagram of the lymphatic system with all the labels I could possibly require. It didn't take much bribery for me to get her to lend me the book just long enough for me to photocopy the page. Result? Homework now completed.
Dad's having great fun with his alarm. At least the wardens will be getting to know him by now. I suppose it is a bit confusing that the button to make a call is red and the one to stop it is green! Still, I keep reassuring him that the wardens will be well accustomed to people finding it confusing to begin with.
I am getting a bit tired of being "evil tyrant mother". How long will it take until my Smudgelets get the message that I don't want their clothes dropped on the floor by the washbasket but placed inside it, I don't want their shoes thrown in the general direction of the shoerack but placed upon it, the floor of the coat cupboard is for bags and the hooks are for coats not the floor of the coat cupboard for coats and the middle of the hall floor for bags, and when I send them to tidy their bedroom, I don't really them to do so by setting up the trainset in the middle of it? And will Tiddles ever grasp the concept that when you accidentally bring home another boy's sweatshirt from school, the idea is to take it back and swap it for your sweatshirt which he has obviously taken by mistake rather than to carry on wearing his (and getting it covered in paint during the art lesson) regardless?