On Being Back in England

I just thought I would quickly post, to let people know that I made it home safe and sound. The flight was faster than I had anticipated, lasting only 6 hours instead of 8. I was well pleased with that. I watched 'Marley and Me', ate the dinner they provided and then proceeded to sleep the rest of the flight. I also slept for the majority of the bus ride from Heathrow to Cambridge.

I am not looking forward to work tomorrow, but am slightly relieved that it is a teacher training day, and therefore I will not have to face any students. I feel far too physically drained to have to grapple with them tomorrow. Hopefully by Tuesday I will be right as rain. I'm a bit apprehensive about Wednesday though, because it is year 10 parents evening; year 10 is a pretty big year, because kids start their coursework (and at my school, we attempt to get it all out of the way by the end of the year). If kids aren't doing the work now they're going to have major problems; this is what most of the parents are coming in to see me about. They're going to grill me fairly hard, I think. I hate being interrogated. Bah. Ah well, someone once told me that parents are more afraid of you than you are of them; I doubt that, considering I look to be about 18 years old myself...There is no way a parent of a 15 year old kid is going to look at me and get the willies.

I wish I looked differently sometimes, then maybe people would take me a little more seriously. Ah well. I will just win them over with my superior intellect and masterful teaching skills.

Try not to laugh too hard.

Cheers.