This week has been half term.
I have loved seeing friends I've known for over a decade, friends I've known since 2004, friends I have known for only a couple of years, and friends I made this week.
I LOVE IT!
Now, however, I am realising that I have all the work to do that I haven't done yet, and am far too tired to do any of it, because of all the friends I have been busy seeing.
I think I'll take this week a day at a time, and then use next weekend for SLEEPING.
Yes please.
The end.
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Familial Delights
Today I saw my bro, his wife and their delightful daughter.
I would like to take a moment to say how much I love the many members of my family. I have about a million lovely nephews and nieces, close to the same number of brothers and sisters, and a few slightly less conventional connections, just to keep it interesting. And I love them.
That is all.
Also, we passed a few different kids from school today, and it made me realise that I no longer dread seeing a child from work every time I step out of my house.
Hurray!
Makes it much nicer. Thanks, God.
I would like to take a moment to say how much I love the many members of my family. I have about a million lovely nephews and nieces, close to the same number of brothers and sisters, and a few slightly less conventional connections, just to keep it interesting. And I love them.
That is all.
Also, we passed a few different kids from school today, and it made me realise that I no longer dread seeing a child from work every time I step out of my house.
Hurray!
Makes it much nicer. Thanks, God.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
One Term Down
So in some parts of this country, the school year is split up into 3 terms, which are then divided into half term chunks. In others, such as the part I currently work in, the year is split into 6 terms, which are separated by times away from school of differing lengths.
In the former, the half term chunks are separated by 'half term holidays', which makes sense, as it is a holiday halfway through the term. In the latter, however, we find ourselves tripping over the term 'half term', as technically it is an end of term. But to celebrate an end of term only seven weeks after it began, and with only a meagre week's holiday feels a bit anticlimactic. I therefore repeatedly heard myself referring to it as 'half term', and then cringed a little bit inside, because I knew that technically it is not called that...
Thing is, the kids call it that. Every teacher I know calls it that. Only the school calendar disagrees.
Whatever it's called, I welcome it with open arms, open heart and an open bottle of wine. Hurray!
In the former, the half term chunks are separated by 'half term holidays', which makes sense, as it is a holiday halfway through the term. In the latter, however, we find ourselves tripping over the term 'half term', as technically it is an end of term. But to celebrate an end of term only seven weeks after it began, and with only a meagre week's holiday feels a bit anticlimactic. I therefore repeatedly heard myself referring to it as 'half term', and then cringed a little bit inside, because I knew that technically it is not called that...
Thing is, the kids call it that. Every teacher I know calls it that. Only the school calendar disagrees.
Whatever it's called, I welcome it with open arms, open heart and an open bottle of wine. Hurray!
Monday, 18 October 2010
The Magic of Almonds
I came home feeling cross and irritable today.
This is partly because there was an element of not-quite-right in all of my lessons today. I either didn't communicate as effectively as I'd have liked, or the kids weren't stimulated in the way I'd imagined, or some other slightly dissatisfying occurrence.
Then we had band, and played boring pieces of music, and I didn't even play them well. This made me miss Wind Orchestra (Notts) and the fact I used to be quite good at the flute.
Then I got home, feeling grumpy and dissatisfied.
Then I realised I might be hungry, and I get really short-tempered when I'm hungry. So I put Jeff Buckley on, very loudly, made a cup of tea and ate the only snack-y thing I have in my cupboards at the moment, which happen to be a bag of almonds. Half a bag later, I am feeling much more rational and far less angry with the world.
Also, it's half term next week, and I am SO ready for it, despite it sort of feeling like we've only just started at school after the summer.
Plus, I am planning on visiting Tesco late this evening. I find supermarkets much more enticing when it's dark outside. (also, I nearly have no milk and would like some for my breakfast in the morning. I'm not just going because they're enticing places to go to. They're not that enticing...)
Anyway, that's not very interesting.
I think I'll have another cup of tea.
This is partly because there was an element of not-quite-right in all of my lessons today. I either didn't communicate as effectively as I'd have liked, or the kids weren't stimulated in the way I'd imagined, or some other slightly dissatisfying occurrence.
Then we had band, and played boring pieces of music, and I didn't even play them well. This made me miss Wind Orchestra (Notts) and the fact I used to be quite good at the flute.
Then I got home, feeling grumpy and dissatisfied.
Then I realised I might be hungry, and I get really short-tempered when I'm hungry. So I put Jeff Buckley on, very loudly, made a cup of tea and ate the only snack-y thing I have in my cupboards at the moment, which happen to be a bag of almonds. Half a bag later, I am feeling much more rational and far less angry with the world.
Also, it's half term next week, and I am SO ready for it, despite it sort of feeling like we've only just started at school after the summer.
Plus, I am planning on visiting Tesco late this evening. I find supermarkets much more enticing when it's dark outside. (also, I nearly have no milk and would like some for my breakfast in the morning. I'm not just going because they're enticing places to go to. They're not that enticing...)
Anyway, that's not very interesting.
I think I'll have another cup of tea.
Sunday, 17 October 2010
The Echo of Possibility
Today I met two new people. A girl who lives and works half an hour from where I live, and a guy who lives about 15 mins from where I live.
It just so happens that:
1. They both lived in Nottingham at some point in their lives
2. They both went to Trent Vineyard at some point in their lives
3. They both live in the same area-ish as me now
4. They are both new to the same church I am new to
Methinks there may be some possibility of these two people becoming my friends.
I really really hope so.
I don't know how old either of them are (I have a feeling I am the eldest), or what their general situation in life is, but I am excited about the possibility of having some local-ish friends, who seem to be coming from a similar point as the one I am coming from.
Also, I dyed my hair on Friday. It is now the colour of 'spiced chocolate', apparently. I respected the development time to the max, in fact to the point of not leaving it in quite as long as the box suggested, and the result is that it is darker, but not oppressively so. And it is all one colour again. Hurray!
Before: (a dodgy dirty accidental sort-of-blonde)
After: an all-one-colour warmer brown (ok, it looks a bit more different in reality)
It just so happens that:
1. They both lived in Nottingham at some point in their lives
2. They both went to Trent Vineyard at some point in their lives
3. They both live in the same area-ish as me now
4. They are both new to the same church I am new to
Methinks there may be some possibility of these two people becoming my friends.
I really really hope so.
I don't know how old either of them are (I have a feeling I am the eldest), or what their general situation in life is, but I am excited about the possibility of having some local-ish friends, who seem to be coming from a similar point as the one I am coming from.
Also, I dyed my hair on Friday. It is now the colour of 'spiced chocolate', apparently. I respected the development time to the max, in fact to the point of not leaving it in quite as long as the box suggested, and the result is that it is darker, but not oppressively so. And it is all one colour again. Hurray!
Before: (a dodgy dirty accidental sort-of-blonde)
After: an all-one-colour warmer brown (ok, it looks a bit more different in reality)
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
Dangerous Recklessness
Every now and then, the feeling of irrepressible restlessness niggles away at my insides.
It makes me want to do reckless things and stops me caring about their consequences.
So far, its manifestations are still benign. So far, I have painted my nails Ivy Green, cut my own hair and bought clothes I can't afford.
I took off the nail varnish before work today, only cut my fringe and didn't actually spend a massive amount.
The sensible person in me is, at the moment, still winning. The Dangerous Reckless is there bubbling up from the inside.
And I'm not sure how much longer I can hold her off.
It makes me want to do reckless things and stops me caring about their consequences.
So far, its manifestations are still benign. So far, I have painted my nails Ivy Green, cut my own hair and bought clothes I can't afford.
I took off the nail varnish before work today, only cut my fringe and didn't actually spend a massive amount.
The sensible person in me is, at the moment, still winning. The Dangerous Reckless is there bubbling up from the inside.
And I'm not sure how much longer I can hold her off.
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