Sleep a while; you must be tired
So i may not have a blue room, but i do have a room that is sometimes pink and sometimes black and white. and it has room for pillows.
all the glory of having last week off from school, away from stress and free to make stuff and read books, came crashing down on monday in the most royal fashion. i am down staff for september and they are unlikely to be replaced. i had the option of hiring a temporary teacher who has never been to england and is actually a history teacher who has never taught below age 16 (we are 11-16) and i chose not to ask her for an interview. some people thought this was very stupid of me and i should have just hired her, but i have no interest in returning to the rotating door this place once was. so i had many a demanding meeting, left the room on a few occasions when patronised and generally had to remind people that i don’t settle for rubbish. i still have many a task left unfinished for the week (namely proofreading the team’s year 7 reports and reporting the year 10 exam grades) but by today i seem to have people back in my corner, or at least admitting that i am making sense. this is all good.
exam season is also over for me now! the last year 11 paper was thursday afternoon. for some reason, my year 11 boys came to class today anyway. when i was out of the room they left me a goodbye note on the board and i kept it there all day. they have been an amusing class and taken a lot of sarcasm from me—including one boy in the front row who now answers to ‘weasley’ because he could be any of ginny’s elder brothers—and i do regret that i only had them for one year of the two year course. they had the revolving door the first year and when i took them over it was pretty much starting from scratch. one loaned me a copy of big fish on dvd last week because it is his defining film. i tried and tried to think of what would be a reciprocal defining film of my life at sixteen—beks still has my copy of reality bites and rocky horror didn’t seem quite right—so i told him to watch benny and joon and make a toasted cheese sandwich. apparently he didn’t like the idea that the waitress was clarice. i had never thought about that.
so now the weather is shockingly summery (though last week i wore a million layers every day) and at least the weekend is stress free so now i can start my first commissioned pillow. it’s pink and purple and should be up tomorrow—so jen, don’t let bailey look, ok?
xlovesx
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