27-05-10

May 27, 2010 21:47

So anyway after Monday's incident I nearly had another today that was so not my fault. I checked the train timetables last night (b/c I knew where I was going today) and I wrote down the times in my diary so I could be sure to get there in plenty of time, which I did. Only to be confused when the electronic timetables didn't show my train. I asked the information guy and found out that no there wasn't a train until much later.

I ended up arriving at the school at 8:35, which isn't so bad until you realise that school starts at 8:40am.

I double checked the timetables on my way home tonight aaannnnnddd...I had written down the right station and the right times and railworks only affect the trains on Sunday and the timetables are valid from May 23 until December 11 2010. So WHAT GIVES?

I did get a rather nice compliment today from the teacher aide of the classroom I was in, when she said that she hopes for hers and the class's sake that I come back sometime - but that she hoeps for my sake I don't.

Also the school nearest me seems to be requesting me, which is nice as they are very close and very awesome to work at. I was there on Tuesday and took a year one class and I overheard this little five year old say to a friend 'she looks like a strict teacher'. I must be doing something right, if that's te impression I'm giving off.

For the next few Wednesdays I am going to be working with a year one class (at a different school). I have been there twice now (actually three times, but years 2-6 are horrible, while the ones are gorgeous), and it hit me coming home on Wednesday how much I like having a class that I know and that knows me. It doesn't hurt that these children are simply lovely, but they knew me, and I didn't have to spend the morning working out routines (which are nice and clear in this class anyway). Also they were happy to see me. :D

I wouldn't want to take a year one class as a regular teacher, but as a supply teacher they are a lot easier than the older kids.

late, teaching, trains, supply

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