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Date: 07 October 2004 14:47:24
Hmm.... yet another member of staff has developed "heavy leg syndrome". Have we discovered a new illness or is someone putting rocks in teachers' shoes? Today I am far too achy to move far so have skived off my trip to the gym.
I struggle hard not to be a hypochondriac, you know, but my body just won't get the message. In addition to heavy legs, I still have a poorly foot and yet ANOTHER ear infection, and now my other foot has come out in rather impressive bruises. Nothing to compare with Smudgelet's eye, of course, after his close encounter with a toilet door yesterday. He has a beauty of a shine, and a red line right down his face from forehead to chin, bless him.
The boys did their bit towards sorting their bedroom last night. I asked each of them to make sure they had put three school shirts, three pairs of school socks and three pairs of pants in the washing machine so that I could get them washed in anticipation of them running out of clothes at the end of the week (seeing as our copious school uniform resources seem to have mysteriously dwindled) and they assured me that they had. Going to put the machine on, I was impressed with their diligence. Five socks and five pairs of pants were in the machine. Two socks and a pair of pants were in the wash basket - "Well, when you said to put them in the machine, I thought the wash basket would do instead". Three school shirts were strewn in a pretty pattern across the floor, together with another sock. And the whereabouts of the remaining three shirts and four socks remains to be investigated.
Another child has realised that I am the wicked witch of the west. He refused to come to my lesson today because I am so mean - I won't take his word for it that he's done his homework, I expect him to bring it in and show me. How could I? This is the child who now, in the fifth week of term, has still not handed me a single piece of homework. I know his parents sit with him to help him do it, but it then disappears without trace, probably to the final resting place of all my Smudgelet's lost possessions too!
For those of you who are wondering, I forgot to take the rude version of the 9 times table into school so I ended up reading Carl S's "Arithmetic" and a lovely poem called "Maths My Way".