ummm

Can I go on the record as saying that while Taylor Lautner may make a good werewolf (I wouldn't know, not having seen any of them) he's damn ugly as a person.

'Cause he thinks I'm sexy and all. ;)

Caught

I am caught in between a rock and a hard place with one person in particular in my life. I treated them like shit for a few years and am now too scared to even contradict them in a misinterpretation of something I've said. So of course, I get treated like I'm too juvenile to make any decisions by myself.

Smells

They are very welcome, like baby smell or popcorn. Or, they can be unwanted. Like any kind of fish. Urgh, gag me.

Smells are also the things that can transport us back in time.

I walked into the BF's  house today, and I was back in the next door neighbours house, with a million (ok, exaggeration) cats which had peed all over the house.

Gross.

So not into stale cat urine. And it was inside the couch, so I smell of it now and will need to launder my clothes.

Blergh.

Gag.

Yuck.

September October

We have holidays! Yay! Excellent. I totally need a break.

I know people who aren't or don't know teachers have their own opinions. Keep them to yourselves! It's like I'm not allowed to comment on peoples' mothering skills. (Except for on here, but it's my blog and I'll say it if I want to. If you don't like, you can read someone else!) I look after your child 6 hours per day and I earn these breaks. If you looked after up to 200 kids over a week for ten weeks, making sure their emotional, educational and health needs were met, you'd need a break every now and then too!

OK.

So, I'm back home for a fortnight and already stir crazy. Oh well... I'll pay my debt off and then I can go away for holidays! Not in a financial position for that atm.

I am trying to meet new bubs born in the last ten weeks (who all have normal names) but all the mums have demands that I am frustrated by and, because I don't understand I guess, don't particularly want to go out of my way to meet. I'm sure your little one is not going to die because you come out for three hours with him/her. But then again, I'm a non-procreator and as such have no rights to opinions on anything. I'm not really human am I?

Holidays

I've had holidays for the past week and a bit - and for today and tomorrow. I tell you what, I am going to own it every time I am told, "Oh, you only teach for the holidays". Hell yeah!

Of course not. I love the kidlets, the knowledge, the spark in the eyes when you finally reach someone with a piece of information that inspires them. Or when they finally click that the ones column is the right one!

But holidays make it bearable when you are being yelled at, sworn at. When you have spent six hours creating what you think is an exciting lesson (Mummification and actually mummifying [without the death part]) and you get the whole lot of them just sitting and staring. Or when you get the parent calling and asked why their lovely one got a D and you have to tell her,

"Your son is a lazy lump who couldn't spell his own name if asked, so he failed because he didn't hand anything relevant in. And he swore during his presentation 'cause you and your husband swear like truckers and are never at home to look after him or his brothers and he's been babysitting since he was 6 while you're at the pub getting maggot. He probably has some issues due to your drinking and smoking all the way through your pregnancy and the distinct lack of attention he gets at home."

Without actually saying any of that.

I always say it's like that adage of 'forgetting labour so you'll do it again' - I need holidays so that I don't quit and leave the profession a little more lacking.

*Oooh, ego!*