Why I hate Girls Aloud
Despite the fact that they have all morphed in to one six-inch waisted barbie doll over the last five years, they are ALSO responsible for bad spelling amongst teenages.
I haven't counted, but I would be willing to bet that about 85% of the year 8 factory condition papers I have marked have an answer along the lines of:
'children weren't aloud to take a break during the day or they would be beaten by the overseers'
The most distressing thing is that when I explained that you spelled it 'allowed', they mostly looked at me like I had three heads. This may well be because I have three heads, but it's a chance you've got to take...
And my day didn't get much better - although the evil prejudice class of doom was better today, my other changable class were a pain in the arse. And it's lessons like this where you're left wondering what the hell happened. They went nuts. I had to have 2 of them removed, one of them ran away, and I do mean RAN away when I asked him to go in to the HOD, there was general arsing around. Someone in their infinate stupidity had decided to give one of the most disruptive pupils in the class a recorder, which I had to confiscate before I inserted it somewhere about her person. It was a nightmare
I am drained
And my drive home was peppered with all the world's labotomised morons... There was the guy driving at 50 in the outside lane of the m1, the 2 idiots who were driving at the same equally slow speed, so no-one could get passed them, the jerk who sped up the inside lane even though he could see there was a queue, and then looks surprised when everyone blocks him out. And my personal favourite twatbadger. Picture if you will, a 3 lane stretch of road. A young, stunningly attractive woman PUTS ON HER INDICATOR and begins to move in to the inside lane. At the same moment, a blind, mustachioed troglodite, also moves in to the same space, WITHOUT the curtosy of the indictor. And then HE has the nerve to make gestures at ME! Oh boy did he get a beeping. I beeped him good! Twatbadger!
Oh, and then the binmen had the curtosy to put the bins across the driveway...
I haven't counted, but I would be willing to bet that about 85% of the year 8 factory condition papers I have marked have an answer along the lines of:
'children weren't aloud to take a break during the day or they would be beaten by the overseers'
The most distressing thing is that when I explained that you spelled it 'allowed', they mostly looked at me like I had three heads. This may well be because I have three heads, but it's a chance you've got to take...
And my day didn't get much better - although the evil prejudice class of doom was better today, my other changable class were a pain in the arse. And it's lessons like this where you're left wondering what the hell happened. They went nuts. I had to have 2 of them removed, one of them ran away, and I do mean RAN away when I asked him to go in to the HOD, there was general arsing around. Someone in their infinate stupidity had decided to give one of the most disruptive pupils in the class a recorder, which I had to confiscate before I inserted it somewhere about her person. It was a nightmare
I am drained
And my drive home was peppered with all the world's labotomised morons... There was the guy driving at 50 in the outside lane of the m1, the 2 idiots who were driving at the same equally slow speed, so no-one could get passed them, the jerk who sped up the inside lane even though he could see there was a queue, and then looks surprised when everyone blocks him out. And my personal favourite twatbadger. Picture if you will, a 3 lane stretch of road. A young, stunningly attractive woman PUTS ON HER INDICATOR and begins to move in to the inside lane. At the same moment, a blind, mustachioed troglodite, also moves in to the same space, WITHOUT the curtosy of the indictor. And then HE has the nerve to make gestures at ME! Oh boy did he get a beeping. I beeped him good! Twatbadger!
Oh, and then the binmen had the curtosy to put the bins across the driveway...