The Weekend

So I had my weekly teaching session on Wednesday, my group in Period 4 is a Year 7 Humanities class - great bunch of kids, I get along with them really well. There's a few kids in there as well who have a desperately difficult home life, of course I can't divulge but you get the idea. It's really wierd, some of them can be a bit badly behaved at times and some of them can be downright nasty to each other but I still if asked would say that each and every one of them is a good kid. Perhaps I'm getting attached...

My mentor for the whole thing is a teacher who's been at BW for a good few years and is well known for being friendly and approachable and I'm counting my lucky stars that I got her as a mentor, not only is she a really nice lady but she's willing to let me take a bit more of an active role which is probably the reason why I've decided on becoming a teacher in later life.

Annnnnnyway, this week was the start of 8 weeks of Geography where MJ (mentor) hasn't really got much knowledge so she lets me do a fair chunk of the teaching - this Wednesday I essentially taught the entire lesson, pretty much just improvising as I went along seen as I'd never saw the powerpoint we were using before. Normally when I'm stood there at the front I'm really self-conscious and stand still like a lemon, but this time everything flowed really smoothly and it felt great! MJ said it was my best one to date since I started in September.

Period 5 was Citizenship with another year 7 class. Activity: Class discussion about healthy eating. Meh.

So the rest of the week has basically been stress, stress and more stress, with the dreaded German speaking exam only 4 days away and all of my other teachers breathing down my neck, like the unreasonable fire-breathing dragons they are.

Work tomorrow, been asked to do 6.5 hours instead of the usual 4. Whoopie.

Until we meet again,

PMTP

Lappage

Today was a fairly normal day, started off with the usual piano practise in Elgar (I don't care what it's called now Duguid, it'll always be known as Elgar). I've always been a bit aware that playing piano isn't exactly the most masculine of activities but recently I've started enjoying it quite a lot, even though I'm still going through the monotony of the same three shite Grade 5 pieces. Practising in Elgar is great, very relaxing and it gives me a chance to reflect on the day.

Period 1 was spent, as usual, doing an inordinate amount of laps with Ohnnyjay - I'd say about a third of all of my free time at school is spent lapping with him, and to an outsider we must seem like a pair of complete lunatics. There are so many wierd things we do, like humming patriotic songs or shouting "Karen!" as we walk down the science corridor, or seeing if we can ever beat our 1 minute 24 second powerlap record, that I don't know where to begin. And like I said, we probably look like a bunch of idiots but it's good fun. Something I am dreading slightly about leaving BW is leaving my friends behind - if the transition from primary to secondary school has taught me anything then the chances are I'll lose contact with the vast majority of my friends which is pretty sad.

The rest of the day comprised mainly of various tests and deadlines to meet which is just fab.

After school - a bike ride around Corby with Lliotteay. Bit chilly.

So that was my day. Riveting stuff.

PMTP

PS- Tomorrow is WEDNESDAY! Yay!

Argh!

This is BBC One in the East. And now, a rant about deadlines.

ARRRGH!

I have at least one deadline every day of the next week which is causing some major pains in the but-tocks. Essentially, this week is full of annoying little tests that I "must revise for", with some serious and non-negotiable deadlines peppered in there for good measure. My German speaking exam is looming with just over a week to go and I haven't even come close to any serious work for it yet. I find it immensely frustrating that every time I try to do any German there's always some pissing annoying essay for Sociology or one of my other godforsaken subjects that gets in the way.

Rant over.

Well...

That was strange!

The dreaded Saturday night out with work has come and gone and to be honest it was pretty damn good! Pretty damn strange as well but I'm not complaining.

What, you want me to explain why? *sigh* Alright then...

Well, I was the only one of the "younguns" from work there (two others were meant to come but dropped out without telling anyone at the last moment) so everybody was at least 15 years older than me, which at first was a little uncomfortable but as they got drunker they said how great I am more and more! Apparently the group of younguns at work aren't popular with the bosses and I'm bucking the trend so it's happy days really. I must admit it was a bit of surprise when they all started coming out with (drunken) things like "You see you, Paul? You're a really nice guy, you are," bearing in mind how horribly uncomfortable work can be sometimes.

The night was at Memsaab in Northampton, dead posh, followed by about an hour in some trendy wine bar.

So that was mein Wochenende.

Peace out.

PMTP.

PS - This blogging thing is getting boring already.

Good Friday

Easter weekend! One of my favourite holidays of the year behind Christmas Day and Pancake Day because of those two glorious extra days of lie-ins. Unfortunately I have to work tomorrow (an optician if you didn't already know), followed by a work night out which will be really, really hard work - you know when there's somebody you just don't seem to be able to strike a chord with? Times that by 20 and spend a few hours with them - painful!

Because it's Good Friday, and because I'm totally a devout Catholic(...), I won't be eating any meat today which always attracts the attention of the equally devout Atheists in my year at school. Ever since I started secondary school I've always been subject to an enormous amount of stick for being religious which I find incredibly annoying and frankly offensive. I wouldn't dream of shoving my religion in other people's faces but I always get lectured about how ludicrous the idea of God is and how science is the answer. Once, and you know who I'm talking about Leachtard, I was asked how it felt to worship a book of lies, so this week I've been getting my own back on the individual who asked me - mainly by reminding him of quite how much of a twat he is.

So yeah, have a nice Easter and enjoy your meat, heathens! :D

The Lord said, "Let there be blog,"

...and there was blog.

Howdy, I'm Paulus Maximus Titanus Philius, but you can call me Paulus Maximus Titanus Philius. I'm 16, nearly 17 and from the humble mediocrity that is Corby in Northamptonshire, in the UK. I go to a flagship school and I'm facing up to the horrible prospect of further education, and perhaps something even scarier - leaving behind something that's been a way of life for 7 years. Scary stuff!

Anyway, I'm not exactly the most popular person on the planet, nor unpopular, I'm just the quiet one with a small number of great friends and lots of acquaintances and well wishers. The likelihood is that only a very small number of people will read this and the stuff that follows- I don't really care to be honest, it's more of a space to spew my feelings which I do have a bad habit of bottling up.

I'm in love with teaching, having been converted after 12 years of die-hard pilot wannabe-age so a lot of the stuff here will be about that.

Enjoy if you can,

PMTP.