A day of frantic marking: every moment an opportunity to bring out the red pen and make marks resulting in wholesale failure for my pupils! Half the class have failed to reach the magic five out of ten which indicates a pass. Ah well.
The days are slowly slipping away and bringing us nearer to the week when the greater part of the school will disappear on the trips leaving we stay-at-homes to the quiet majesty of an empty school. Well, empty as far as the secondary section of the school is concerned. The other sections of the school may or may not be functional and we may or may not be required to do “something” in other parts of the school to compensate for the fact that we are still in situ!
This has been a hard week as (and I’m not alone here among my colleagues) we are all looking the worse for wear and are all, without exception, tired. I at least can look forward to a less stressful week, though our school has a Puritanically vindictive system which wants no one to escape for any misery going: what’s discomfort for one must be discomfort for all!
At least I have an art gallery to visit this weekend and a new book to read as well.
A day to go and an early finish.