I am the king of distractions
I don't have that much to report, well, I do... but I shouldn't be reporting it, I should be writing a(NOTHER) 6,000 word essay.
I woke up this morning telling myself that today (aside from cinema with Beale tonight - woo!) and tomorrow would be spent diligently tapping away at it. It was a slow start, but I eventually got into gear and wrote 500 words in a reasonably short space of time.
It was then that my very annoying workshy brain went "ooo look how much you've done in such a short space of time, you can afford to have a break!" GAH. So after many other mini-distractions, here I am.
School was pretty wank this week. People seem to be telling me totally conflicting things about my teaching and god knows what else.
Things at Denes veer between doing fuck all one day and then an inhuman amount the next. I guess it's a plus side that it now looks like it will soon ALWAYS be an inhuman amount.
Teaching when you are new (and thus rubbish at it) and not a real teacher and re-writing an essay AND then beginning a new one to be handed in 7 days later is not easy. In fact it is really difficult, stressful and on occasion very upsetting.
Fortunately (for me, anyway) through hanging around in the music block I have made an awesome new friend. Though as a result of the week of lameness she hasn't really seen me at my best, in fact she has almost seen me at my worst :( I made an effort to remain as non-angry/unhappy/insane as possible - as such I probably appeared to have a serious form of manic depression...
The fear of burdening someone with your shit is increased tenfold when you have not known them long. Partly because it seems like such a nasty, offputting thing to do to someone so early in a relationship, partly because some things (crying, being one of the ultimate examples) can be awkward/embarrassing enough with mates you have known a long time.
On the other hand the temptation to "burden" is increased tenfold when there is a nice, friendly person who is really easy to talk to, repeatedly saying it's ok to rant/rave/etc and - perhaps at a really basic level - is actually THERE in the flesh.
I have to admit that for those reasons I succumbed to a hug that was offered yesterday. This may sound really weak-willed and selfish, but I REALLY needed it. Corinne = legend. Although, she's never been to Camden or seen School of Rock :-/
Oh look, 500 words that could have been written about my essay subject *smacks self with laptop*
P.S. I don't care what anyone else thinks, lolcats REIGN. Especially loaf and monorail cats.
I woke up this morning telling myself that today (aside from cinema with Beale tonight - woo!) and tomorrow would be spent diligently tapping away at it. It was a slow start, but I eventually got into gear and wrote 500 words in a reasonably short space of time.
It was then that my very annoying workshy brain went "ooo look how much you've done in such a short space of time, you can afford to have a break!" GAH. So after many other mini-distractions, here I am.
School was pretty wank this week. People seem to be telling me totally conflicting things about my teaching and god knows what else.
Things at Denes veer between doing fuck all one day and then an inhuman amount the next. I guess it's a plus side that it now looks like it will soon ALWAYS be an inhuman amount.
Teaching when you are new (and thus rubbish at it) and not a real teacher and re-writing an essay AND then beginning a new one to be handed in 7 days later is not easy. In fact it is really difficult, stressful and on occasion very upsetting.
Fortunately (for me, anyway) through hanging around in the music block I have made an awesome new friend. Though as a result of the week of lameness she hasn't really seen me at my best, in fact she has almost seen me at my worst :( I made an effort to remain as non-angry/unhappy/insane as possible - as such I probably appeared to have a serious form of manic depression...
The fear of burdening someone with your shit is increased tenfold when you have not known them long. Partly because it seems like such a nasty, offputting thing to do to someone so early in a relationship, partly because some things (crying, being one of the ultimate examples) can be awkward/embarrassing enough with mates you have known a long time.
On the other hand the temptation to "burden" is increased tenfold when there is a nice, friendly person who is really easy to talk to, repeatedly saying it's ok to rant/rave/etc and - perhaps at a really basic level - is actually THERE in the flesh.
I have to admit that for those reasons I succumbed to a hug that was offered yesterday. This may sound really weak-willed and selfish, but I REALLY needed it. Corinne = legend. Although, she's never been to Camden or seen School of Rock :-/
Oh look, 500 words that could have been written about my essay subject *smacks self with laptop*
P.S. I don't care what anyone else thinks, lolcats REIGN. Especially loaf and monorail cats.