As usual this
typing is displacement activity.
It is moving
towards ten o’clock in the morning when I should have my first year sixth
Current Affairs class. Simple enough you
might think. Not so. I have had no list for this class and there
is no guarantee that it will exist at all.
Well, the influx
of well over a dozen kids indicated that the class will definitely run and
another class too.
The composition of
my class is somewhat odd containing as it does high flyers in academic terms
and a certain amount of dross. This is
not going to be an easy group to keep on track.
Even if I knew what the track was in this amorphous subject!
The booklet for
The Making of Modern Art has now been produced – all I have to do now is think of
a course which might fit it!
We have done three
days and I am totally exhausted.
Although I have the same number of periods to teach the way that my
teaching load is distributed it not going to make it any easier. I seem to be traipsing from one building to
another after every bloody period. It’s
not going to be pleasant when the balmy sun of autumn gives way to the harsher
weather of winter.
On the first three
days of the week I am teaching the last period which means that when I finish I
join the stationary queue of parental waggons taking their kids home. Not being able to slip away a few minutes
early doubles the time it takes me to get back to the house.
Also, each day
this term (well, all three so far) there have been traffic jams on the roads to
and from school due to accidents. This
morning it was one involving a motorcycle.
Now I must be fair and say that there is a remote possibility that the
two cars which were part of the crash scene also were to blame. But in my experience the stupidity and
criminal cupidity of most motorcyclists has to be seen to be believed. So far, during the time that I have been in
Spain, I have seen 22 motorcyclists who have obeyed the basic safety rules of
the road; all the rest have been beyond a joke.
I firmly believe
that in all crashes involving motorcyclists, the motorcyclist should be swept
to the side of the road and left on the hard shoulder to be picked up by a late
night rubbish truck. Harsh perhaps, but
any analysis of the financial cost that the absurd driving of the vast majority
of motorcyclists would surely suggest that they have forfeited any right to the
emergency services that they seem to want to monopolise.
When ever I am
walking along the road and I come across a young man under 25 on crutches I
have to struggle to stop a sneer of distain curling my lip as the overwhelming
probability is that the injury is a direct result of mindless motorcycle
driving!
In medical terms,
Catalonia must be a bone setter’s idea of paradise as case after case appears
for treatment!
Tomorrow and
Friday an early start so, with luck, I will miss the turgid traffic which has
made travel so far this week a real misery.
At least I am building up enough “credit” to take the last hour of
Friday afternoon off. Which is
something. Not much, but definitely something!
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