small people

this is just a little post 'cos i'm still tired and in need of early nights in order to cope with trundling on my tricycle all the way to the science site, in order then to trip down the hill to dunelm house in my over sized shoes, to be picked up by my fellow trainee and driven to the seaside where schools and deprived communities somehow interrelate.

but i thought i would super-briefly share with you - encouraged by the comments suggesting you lovely people like to be shared with - that this week i have mostly been eating primary school children.

no. it's not true. i haven't turned into a carnivorous lisa-creature overnight, or driven to such desperation by the reality of being with lots of small, medium and large sized people all day long.

in fact, what i meant to convey, when i got side-tracked by an old sketch show joke that demanded to be used right there and then, was that i have to have a week in a primary school to 'get the primary experience' and so every day i have been chatting to, reading to, listening to the reading of, little 6-7 year old people who are quite delightful. and it even made me question, oh golly, do i really want to face sullen teenagers day in day out, is that not an error in my judgement, ought i not to opt for the delights of working with little creatures who are excited to learn, desperate to tell me about what their little sister did last night, or how many pages of stickers they've got. eeek. such decisions are most difficult. i am determined to stick with the secondary malark for the time being as my original aim (well, to be honest, one of) was to challenge myself to learn the skills involved in inspiring, engaging, and quelling the ill-mannered behaviour of, those beasts we refer to these days as teenagers. but i must confess to you - and i am absolutely certain that you will not be surprised as you know me and my innate (and possibly also cultivated) silliness - that brightly coloured, cutely smiling, eager, "miss, i want to be a celt and wear those celtic cloaks and tunics and paint my face with woad and out lime in my hair", little people were sorely tempting me this week to jump ships.

but most of all i just wanted to tell you that this week i was in a small person school and it was super-fun (and also tiring....but that goes without saying....when i rand the bearded one in need of moral support, i was informed that i felt like a zombie for the entire year of his pgce.....shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!).

bye xxxxxxxxx

weariness

i would like to write a post. but i am tired. and i have a lot to do. and i'm tired. so i'm resisting the vague urge. which was tronger earlier in the week when i was less tired. but i am enjoying reading the meandering thoughts of others. and responding to them. which somehow seems to take less energy than creating a whole new post myself. i was going to treat you to an inside view of the riverside stadium and tell you about my funny little conversation with my cousin who was playing cricket for nottinghamshire against durham. i was also going to explore some further thoughts on bloggery itself, and different motivations for blogging that i detect in myself and others, as well as touching on the topic of anonymity and comprehensivity. many thoughts i had flashing through my mind, framing sentences and stories to share. but they have subsided into a more distant corner of my mind as said mind is filled with information regarding what i have to do this year, getting to know a multitude of new people, of which: fellow teacher trainees - pretty cool; kids from the lovely town of seaham - jury's out; teachers in school - friendly and supportive, but sometimes a little chaotic and closed minded. and so i foresee that for now, my blog is not going to be a site of frequent and fascinating posts. but you might get lucky...once in a while. probably at weekends!!