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Spring Back

Just putting finishing touches to tomorrow’s post.  In the meantime…

Mixing Memory and Desire

 

182. You’ve got to carry that weight…

“So I called the boys into my office and we had a very stern conversation about swearing in the playground … the need for the oldest children in the school to act as good role models … the consequences should this behaviour recur. Then I sent them off to apologise to the dinner ladies.

“I watched them walk down the corridor and, as they turned the corner, Yob 1 turned to Yob 2 and, um, did this …”

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131. Time to stare…

“However you organise the room to start with, you’ll want to change it the minute the kids arrive. At least, that’s how it was for me. It took me half a term before I had things organised the way I should have had them in September.”

I am still grateful to Simon. Unasked for, he helped me sort out my first‑ever classroom, including a lesson in the putting up of backing paper. I chose to cover all my boards in a ghastly, beige-y, custardy, blah sort of colour, I seem to remember. A good back-drop for all that free, independent writing my class would be itching to produce, was the theory. Titter ye not.

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110. The Prologue

Don’t expect any sense from me: I barely know which way up I am.

Replacing Wordsworth’s poems last night – don’t be overly impressed, we were looking up a crossword clue – I chanced upon my copy of The Waste Land. It made no sense at A-Level – all those disjointed fragments and random voices – hurry up please, it’s time. However, light has now dawned. Clearly Eliot was also in the process of – or poetically anticipating, if you want to be fussy about the chronology – a jolly eventful retirement do. He, too, was clearly having problems putting one thought in front of another.

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108. London Pride is a flower that’s free…

“I’m taking eleven Poles to London,” I messaged.

“Is that a crossword clue?” replied DearHeart.”Does it involve a cricket team?”

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104. Oh… sugar!

“Where’s Olivia?” asked her mother. I looked at Olivia’s “going home place”. She wasn’t there; neither were her coat and bag. I was already soaked to the skin from the dash between the coach and the classroom but this was nothing compared to the tsunami of icy panic which now washed over me. Surely we couldn’t have left her at the Butterfly Farm … could we? We’d counted the children incessantly, Miss Sugarsprinkles and I, at every twist and turn during our trip from Hades but had I actually count them after we’d sat on the coach for the journey back? My mind went a blank.

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103. “Romeo met Juliet by the fish-tank.”

The Marker’s Lament

June brings assessments,
reports, progress data. Where
are the strawberries?

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Having a screw loose, Pa needed some bits from Screwfix this week.  Instead of just driving down there, he ordered on-line with their Click and Collect service first, thus bagging  £1.35 towards a cure, costing him narry a penny.  The link to GiveAsYouLive is here.

 

98. An April state of smiles and tears…

Ask me … go on, ask me…

Are you looking forward to retiring?

Hmm… tricky one… and an interesting and relevant question. You must be a very perceptive person. Let me see…

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96. First, catch your Parkie…

Last Friday, ActorLaddie and I went to a conference organised by the Cure Parkinson’s Trust Conference. The theme was ‘Curing Parkinson’s’, which sounds a pretty good idea to me. Half a dozen experts came from across the globe to explain what is going on at the moment in the way of research.

It was inspirational.

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94. The Parent Trap…

“Libby, did you want to share your news?” Libby puts down her hand, wades to the front of the carpet and faces her audience.

“I’ve got news about my mum and dad,” she announces.

“Is it happy news?” I ask. Some things are probably not best shared in show-and-tell.

“Yes it is. Sometimes, my mum takes all my dad’s clothes off and then she laughs. Any questions?”

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