Bloody children!
Its taken a meer 8 days for me to turn into a total bitch. All sympathy has dissolved. I'm sorry but nine year old girls should know by now that teachers are not stand in mummies and daddies! Three of the little darlings cried today. Three! I'm sure i didn't do that. And i KNOW caroline didn't!
On a brighter note one of the teachers (who coincidentally is mother to a girl in my year. although we weren't close) told me that i was welcome to all her degree assignments and projects (she did a degree in teaching and learning and then her pgce) to look through. She also said that i was welcome to phone up once back in york if i needed any help. I really appreciated that. It sort of occurred to me at the weekend that after a pathetic 5 weeks of 'learning the ropes' you then are sent off to school for another 5 weeks in which you have no days back at uni. Not quite like a normal vocational course where you'd have one day's release. It has also dawned on me that as i may be leaving for 'work' at 7 in the morning and not returning til 7 or 8 at night, i won't have any opportunities to talk to any of my lecturers face-to-face for the duration of the placement. I guess if i was really desperate i could always pop round one of their houses at the weekend. I'm sure maria wouldn't mind...
Ok, i admit it. Aside from the sobbing girls and samual - a 9 year old boy who thinks he's lenny henry and can't understand why i snapped at him for saying 'hell' and 'flipping' and hauled him out of class for almost breaking one of my dish-a-me-dots arms - i'm loving every second. I have got a slight headache today and i keep getting rather fidgety sitting at the back observing, but other than that! I was with set 6 year 8 today and they were learning about negative numbers and even the teacher was getting un-stuck. I really had to hold my tongue because i so wanted to leap to the front and show them the smiley faces mr brewer taught me (and caroline).
Still not really sure what to expect when i go back up nurrth. I mean, the truth is that this year is not going to be normal uni life. It is a vocational course and in 6 months (gulp) i'm going to be applying for permanent teaching positions and i will officially be an NQT. The thing i've been day dreaming about for, well, i dunno 17 years!!
I apologise for the babble. I'm hungry. These things always happen to me when i try to ignore the rumblings of my stomach.
Oh kid, celery soup for tea. And i had to phone mum (she actually requested this) when i got home from school. And my face feels wierd because theres no face wash in the house so i'm using soap and with our water it feels like i've had a bad face peel.
Funniest part of my day though has to be cycling to work this morning and about 5 boys (!!) saying 'morning miss brown!" as they waited for the bus. Oh happy days!
On a brighter note one of the teachers (who coincidentally is mother to a girl in my year. although we weren't close) told me that i was welcome to all her degree assignments and projects (she did a degree in teaching and learning and then her pgce) to look through. She also said that i was welcome to phone up once back in york if i needed any help. I really appreciated that. It sort of occurred to me at the weekend that after a pathetic 5 weeks of 'learning the ropes' you then are sent off to school for another 5 weeks in which you have no days back at uni. Not quite like a normal vocational course where you'd have one day's release. It has also dawned on me that as i may be leaving for 'work' at 7 in the morning and not returning til 7 or 8 at night, i won't have any opportunities to talk to any of my lecturers face-to-face for the duration of the placement. I guess if i was really desperate i could always pop round one of their houses at the weekend. I'm sure maria wouldn't mind...
Ok, i admit it. Aside from the sobbing girls and samual - a 9 year old boy who thinks he's lenny henry and can't understand why i snapped at him for saying 'hell' and 'flipping' and hauled him out of class for almost breaking one of my dish-a-me-dots arms - i'm loving every second. I have got a slight headache today and i keep getting rather fidgety sitting at the back observing, but other than that! I was with set 6 year 8 today and they were learning about negative numbers and even the teacher was getting un-stuck. I really had to hold my tongue because i so wanted to leap to the front and show them the smiley faces mr brewer taught me (and caroline).
Still not really sure what to expect when i go back up nurrth. I mean, the truth is that this year is not going to be normal uni life. It is a vocational course and in 6 months (gulp) i'm going to be applying for permanent teaching positions and i will officially be an NQT. The thing i've been day dreaming about for, well, i dunno 17 years!!
I apologise for the babble. I'm hungry. These things always happen to me when i try to ignore the rumblings of my stomach.
Oh kid, celery soup for tea. And i had to phone mum (she actually requested this) when i got home from school. And my face feels wierd because theres no face wash in the house so i'm using soap and with our water it feels like i've had a bad face peel.
Funniest part of my day though has to be cycling to work this morning and about 5 boys (!!) saying 'morning miss brown!" as they waited for the bus. Oh happy days!