This time last year, I was coming to the end of my time at my most favouritest school I've worked in. I can't quite believe I've been here as long as I've been there. I still feel quite new here. But at the same time, I feel like I know way more people (staff) here than I've known in any other school I've been in. Which is nice.
Tomorrow is the glorious end of term. I'm so excited about not going to work for 2 weeks. Hurrah! Mostly because I'm tired and would like a rest, please. Today I came home and fell asleep for an hour, curled up on my chair. Armchair. Not tiny fold-up dining table chair. That'd just be uncomfortable.
I'm looking forward to going back to the Rents' house too. Although kind of wishing I could have the sort of Christmas day my brother and sister are probably going to have - one with offspring and other half. Still, going home means I am the offspring, so giving my mother the sort of day I can't have, I suppose.
So, the problem with using glasses full of gold and red shiny chocolates attractively displayed as decorations, is that I keep eating the chocolates, and thus ruining their decorativity. (is that a word? it is now). It also means that I keep having chocolate for dinner instead of real food. Not good when the majority of my Christmas presents require me to not be a pie.
(bad grammar. don't care.)
Tomorrow is a peculiar day - all mixed up and confusing. I have my two least favourite classes in the morning (deep joy), then am spending two hours with my form, and then an assembly for which I'm supposed to be doing the music, but have no idea where or when I should be. Which is only mildly stressing me out... And then the staff panto. Which will be ace, I'm looking forward to it muchly.
Also, has anyone seen my copy of the Usborne Illustrated Book of Christmas Carols? I think I left it at Bourne... D'oh.