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The past two days have been really good, I have been working in a secondary school that I have been getting more and more bookings for from my agency. It is a strong Welsh school and is Welsh first language, so I thought that the first day I was booked for this school, would be my last as I am not fluent in speaking Welsh (but I understand it and can read and write it ok). So when my agency kept booking me into the school and I found out the school were requesting me personally, I was quite flattered and very happy.
Not to say that it has been easy, the kids do try to outsmart me by speaking Welsh and asking random questions across classrooms in Welsh to test my understanding, one of my favourites to date has been “Do you think she likes eating marshmallows?” this made me giggle quite a lot! Yesterday, wasn’t that bad, a couple of reasonably good lessons and a couple of rather tricky year 7 and year 8 classes, it was the latter that posed the most challenging and after a whole day of thinking on my feet and actually creating work for each class on my own for subjects that aren’t my specialism, with very little help from any other teachers, I was running on empty by the last lesson. Continue reading
This week my not so little bouncing baby boy turned 1!
Here come all the clichés
‘How quick has that gone?’
‘He’s grown so fast!’
‘That’s never a whole year gone!’
‘Where has the time gone’
It has been somewhat of a whirlwind year, unfortunately not entirely focused on him but then that’s what happens when there’s more than 1 child and that just adds to the level of guilt I feel (see next post).
By the time I was 30 I expected to be in a decent happy job, have a family, nice house and car and be pretty content with life. As it turns out when I turned 30 I had 1 child, lived in an ok house (shame about the neighbours though…proper chavs! But then what do you expect when you buy a house in a council estate!), we did have 1 nice car but then 1 complete wreck. So all in all not too bad but it has taken a lot to get to that point. Continue reading
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