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Meltdown
You may not know this (or care to), but…
I have to write assignments for my students, based around complex assessment criteria. And that I've been writing one for my lower 6th (16-17 yr olds). This is in part, based around 6 plays, producing posters, studying periods of art & design, reproduction techniques, etc And that to write half of that assignment has so far taken me in excess of 20 hours. Add to this the fact that I've produced 2 in-depth reports on students with special needs that I teach, re-written a scheme of work for Y11 students, to include diffentiated materials for both able and special needs students... And... add to that the fact that I've been organising structural work in one of my rooms, and installed & tested a CAD/CAM plotter cutter with software.... Oh and taught all day...
And then was about to add… That… I re-read an assignment that my upper 6th are due to start on Monday, written by an ex colleague, that was never finsihed... and...
It's totally SHITE! So guess what I have to get ready for Monday? A WHOLE FREAKIN ASSIGNMENT! Thats like 40 hours of work that I have to squeeze into what is already an insane workload... For Monday!?! And I have Megan this weekend… And a parents evening tomorrow… WTF! My brain is in meltdown.
Do I sound a touch dramatic?
P.S. Oh, and I had to write an email with attached assignments for verification, to my EDEXCEL moderator, who is, by the way, a jerk.
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Front Door.
By this time tomorrow - I will have a sexy black front door, complete with tasteful brass door furniture. I will no longer be the shame of the neighbourhood. I will hold my head up high, and say "yes, that is my front door." And I have a letterbox WITH knocker. How chic… I know, I know… But dont worry, I'll still talk to you all. I may be featured in "Front Door: The Magazine for Discerning Front Door Owners". I may even be invited on talk shows. Well, you've either got a sexy front door, or not. And after years in the wilderness... I think I deserve my 5 minutes of front door fame.
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Cult of the suicide bomber.
I know it's the 5th anniversary of 9/11 and I know I’m anti Bush/Bliar (not a typo of course) and I know I’m anti the war in Iraq due to false premises and that as a reasonably educated man holding fairly rounded political views based upon mutual respect and understanding and tollerance and blah blah etc....
To continue and hopefully get to the point...
Like many of you, I understand how poverty and ignorance and the policies of the "West" are partially responsible for this complete and utter fucking mess we now find the world in.
I’m trying really hard not to get angry now… but…
I’ve just watched that documentary – “Cult of the Suicide Bomber” and there’s this arrogant gloating fuckwit of a so called Muslim (complete with de rigueur regional Northern British accent) sitting there having said that the only way the bombings will ever stop is when the UK accepts (his version of) Islam... He ruefully regrets that he doesn’t have the courage to blow himself up for the holy cause.
And I feel such anger. I feel like a Sun/Mirror reader. I hate him. I hate his stupid childish impotent male macho bullshit attitude. I hate that this fucker has the right to give his opinion. I HATE that in order for my little girl to not get blown up she and I have to "convert" and believe in this extreme and alien "religion" (oh boohoo - get over it).
Anyyyyway...
I firmly believe that forgiveness and mutual recognition is the only way that we will ever encounter peace… but right now I would really love to punch his stupid FUCKING HEAD IN.
Arghhhhh!
So… how do I purge this anger… Well… luckily – there are some gentle and enlightened souls out there… one of them being a rather sensible chap named Fethullah Gulen. He writes very eloquently about the Muslim faith… Rather a spit in the eye for extremists of any persuasion…
You can read all about it here: http://www.zaman.com/?bl=guleninterview&alt=guleninterview&hn=24083
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My daughter
I wasn't going to ever write in here again. Was fed up with life, the universe & everything. Pretty much still am. However - my daughter was incredible to me today. And i want to remember this.
I've sprained my back -the other day. Basically I can't walk much, have a stick now at least. Takes me an hour to get upright - which usually involves some low-key screaming. So Meg is around - i can't do much. I'm setting some work for this week (i'm signed off til further notice) - and she comes into my little office - with dinner plate. Contents of plate are: 1 cup of orange juice. 1 end of loaf (the crusty bit no-one ever eats) - which has some very badly spread jam on. oh - and no butter...
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
she did this herself - god knows how. got it all out the fridge - got her stool, got a knife from the cupboard, a plate... everything!
she has made my week.
apart from that - i'm a cripple. i have a walking stick. this year just gets better & better.
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i think its time to draw the curtain, and bow quietly out...
i thought i was a good person. but i never seem to be able to do the right thing. i'm not sure i can talk out loud and in public anymore. i've enjoyed this blog, enjoyed the freedom of expression. however, i think i've stepped into a new world - a place where being good is irrelevant. every single facet of what i hold dear seems to be falling apart - and the horrible thing is... it's all beyond my ability to influence.
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:)
guess who's going to see The Wedding Present on November 11th
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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random crap
well itsa one for the money two for the show three to get a ready now go cat go but dont you step on my blue pseud shoes...
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