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Wednesday, 27 July 2005
Nothing to do...
Mood:  irritated
AGGGGGHH! - I knew this would happen - I'm going mad (I mean more than usual!).
I have nothing to do...

Ok - that's a lie - I have lesson plans to study and type up, I have books to read, I have a house to tidy, I have a garage to unpack... but nothing that actually needs doing.

SOMEONE FIND ME A HOBBY! One that doesn't involve money or me playing with photoshop as that is why I think I can see purdy colours infront of my face most of the day...

THIS - is what I have been doing with my time - that and a pointless website full of garbled poems and trying to set up DTA meetings which I don't think will happen CAUSE EVERYONE'S ON HOLIDAY!

Hurmph - I'm going back to C&B - tarah!

Posted by quackling at 9:04 PM BST
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Saturday, 23 July 2005
the last 3 weeks
Mood:  silly
Ok - It's been a manic few weeks but here's the general rundown...

L.G. (school): three days of absolute delight! I took 2 "of the worst" classes on the Wednesday, but they were lovely! They had so many ideas and were so keen, such a change!
Thursday was a bit of a manic day, I had two classes of 30odd cause it was "citezenship" day. They made adverts about why not to take drugs bla bla bla - some of them were actually quite good too!
Friday I hung around the office looking through paperwork and the S.O.W. for next year - it's all gonna be so fun!


The bad bits:
Getting ill cause of crap food.
Taking a kid to hospital while I was on tablets that say "DONT DRIVE".
Being put incharge of things like organizing trips to places I've never been to before.
Getting to bet at about 1 and getting up at 7 everyday.
Having a room with no openable window during the hottest week of the year.
Getting paid about ?2.50/hour.
Working with a lying, lazy, cheating bastard.

The good bits:
The kids and the French leaders were lovely.
With out Abi (tuther teacher and good mate) - I wouldn't have stuck around - and would never have been paid the little that I'm getting.

But at last it's all over - I'm safe back at home - the house hasn't burnt down while I've been away, and although the cats are sulking, things are seeming to be semi-normal again.

Just been out playing with the camera - have a few picks...

This is Bourton Park - just down the road from me... had to rush home mind cause the Ants were swarming and getting in my hair - ick ick ick!

Tarah guys - will try to keep you more updated.

Posted by quackling at 6:09 PM BST
Updated: Saturday, 23 July 2005 6:17 PM BST
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Tuesday, 5 July 2005
Tears and fears
Mood:  hug me
Topic: A little crying
Had my first couple of little tears and that gulpy throat thing this evening – brought on by a frantic day and some random alcoholic substances.
I realised that I really have started this “real life” thing, and that I don’t like it very much at the moment. Leaving Wales isn’t such a bad thing, but leaving behind a lot of memories and bestest friends in the world is. I guess everyone has to do it at some point…just that it’s never been me before, and it is quite scary.
Anyway… I have my first day at School tomorrow – could be interesting, could be very dull. I’ve had some interesting faces pulled at me in town when I’ve told people where I’m working though – some have been “Ooh! That’s a fantastic school!” – Others have been more like “Eww! What are you doing working there?” Guess it’s time to find out for myself.
G’night guys – love you millions and miss you tons and tons.

Posted by quackling at 11:37 PM BST
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Wednesday, 29 June 2005
The start of this Blog...
Mood:  not sure
Topic: How it all began


When you were little I bet you had an imaginary friend – if you don’t still have one that is…
Well I had a whole school of imaginary friends; I used to sit on my bed and read them stories, tell them off (mostly the triplets) and say goodbye when their parents picked them up (I don’t think I ever got to meet the parents, thinking about it!).

Yes – I am aware of how very, very sad and freakish that all sounds, but those of you who know me, will know that I don’t tend to mess around when talking about myself (or anyone else) – so put up with some more blunt honesty!

Anyway – I grew out of that phase and in to climbing trees and playing with traffic for a bit. I then went through Secondary School thinking that I could be the next big thing on stage, on tape, in print, on screen – whatever. – May-be this want hasn’t died out completely – I still write, although only a few steps higher than “teenage angst poetry”, I still sing, and I would quite happily prance around a stage again in a musty old costume with a few lines and a curtain call!

My A-levels taught me one thing only…that I’m not going to send any of my kids to a Grammar School, (Thank-you Colyton) and then on to my degree…

I never thought twice about what I was going to do – I just was unsure about where it was going to take me. Three years in Glamorgan Uni Studying “Theatre and Media Drama” was quite enough. Too many “lovies*” spoil the broth so to speak – although I did meet a lot of people I slightly regret not staying in contact with – but I’m slack – we all know that.

Prompted by my diagnosis of Dyslexia, sometime at the start of my second year, I remembered my “imaginary school” and decided that teaching might not be as bad as Dad sometimes makes it out to be. This was it… I was going to be a Special Needs Teacher.

Then I rode onwards and upwards (?) to The University of Wales, Aberystwyth – for a P.G.C.E. in Secondary Drama. I met more “lovies*”, again, probably should have made more effort to get to know a few of more of them than I did, and got my first placement at – I’m not going to mention the name, just encase – School…

So here I am…

I have whizzed you through a very abridged version of my life history to tell you this…

I am 22, living in a rented 3 bed house in a “well to do” town near Milton Keynes with my fiance and our two cats. In September I will be an NQT – a scary acronym for Newly Qualified Teacher – Through this “Blog” I am going to attempt to drag you all through my ups, downs, highs, lows and diagonals… starting from… NOW

* - "lovies", meant in the most affectionate of ways!

Right - I know I said it was going to start from NOW – but I thought I’d back track a little bit – here’s another huge part of my life shortened to a few sentences…

P.G.C.E. (Post Graduate Certificate of Education) in Secondary Drama:

Starts with 6 weeks in close contact with a mad bunch of people all hoping to become teachers.
6 Weeks over – placement 1:
Valleys School in Wales – in retrospect of placement 2 – it was fantastic – Amazing Drama department – Amazing school.
Back to Aber – more madness – cockroaches and lesson planning.
Placement 2:
Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell…
Easter – lesson planning lesson planning lesson planning lesson planning
End of Easter
Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell – Hell…
Flowers from Lurvely Tutor group xxxx
Back to Aber for 4 very random days…

Those last few days:

Lectures that were boring
Getting to know people I should have got to know before
Getting to know people better
Celebrating a bit more
And – leaving…

At this point I suddenly realised something – as I left Aberystwyth for the (hopefully) last time this song was playing…

So long and thanks for all the fish
So sad that it should come to this
We tried to warn you all but oh dear?

You may not share our intellect
Which might explain your disrespect
For all the natural wonders that
grow around you

So long, so long and thanks
for all the fish

The world's about to be destroyed
There's no point getting all annoyed
Lie back and let the planet dissolve

Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought that most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your
pregnant women

So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long

So long, so long and thanks
for all the fish

- sorry – I felt you needed all the words…

For those of you who don’t know that song is sung by Dolphins in the infamous, and indeed quite good, “Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” and it was playing on Radio Two.

Anyway – just to be a little mawkish here – that song kinda’ signifies something for me – the end of “student life” and the start of “real life”… it has happened I am no longer a student…
(…this should mean that I can go on Jobseekers allowance – but cause of the other half – I can’t)

So - "So long Studenthood, and thanks for all the fish"

From now on – I promise to no longer be as mawkish – for a while anyway.


Ok – so here it is in simple terms:

On taking the responsibility of this Blog I promise –

To tell it like it is – without getting into trouble
To update regularly (ish)
And to not bore you all too much

So this is what’s going to be happening (will go into more detail later)

6th – 8th July
In school getting to know the place and being involved in the “Citizenship Day”

10th – 20th July
Oswestry – teaching French Kids English

20th July – 1st September
Frantic lesson planning

1st September – Forever

But for now

Goodnight xx

Posted by quackling at 8:54 PM BST
Updated: Wednesday, 29 June 2005 10:21 PM BST
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