The Week Without Kids is finally beginning
to get to me. Not the “without kids” bit
– what teacher worth his salt doesn’t rejoice when the clients are away! But the relentless work that we who are left
are doing. I have had meetings and
marked as though both had gone out of fashion and, let’s face it, when either
of those two items is in short supply then teaching itself will have faded
away.
The meetings have been productive (he
admitted through gritted teeth) and, although they resulted in more work for me
(I have yet to go to a meeting which didn’t) it was work that I enjoyed up to a
point.
I have learned to smile and accept another
part of the joyful adoption of IT that this school sees as an unending pageant
of educational justification. I am not sure
that the previous sentence means anything, but I am sure that you can get the
slightly jaundiced and more than grudging air with which it was written.
I have been busily selecting paintings for
the test that the kids are going to have, to see if they can at least recognize
the “-ism” that each neatly (or not so neatly) fits into. This has been done on PowerPoint, which I do
not use as much as I should do, and indeed, delving deeper into the artistic
depths of PowerPoint was one of the aspects of my teaching that I was going to
explore this term.
More visually stunning PowerPoint
presentations was the first of my three or four areas of improvement. Of the other three I have spent about 7
minutes on one and about 20 minutes on another and no time at all on the
third. This is not what I had hoped for
from the “free” week which is ending this afternoon. And, just in case you are wondering, this
typing is being done in what should be my break time!
The rest of the day should enable me to
complete yet more marking and I think that I will end up with (at last) some
work on my Magnum Opus of Making Sense of Modern Art. I only hope that I can remember the name of
the file in which the few minutes’ work that I have done is safely lurking
waiting for me to continue in my customary deathless prose.
Yet more marking has been done – which begs
the questions of why it was all waiting for the space of the Trip Week to be
completed! But let it pass, let it
pass! I am now in the blessed state of
being almost up to date. No teacher is
ever fully up to date. This is a state
of impossibility. An educational
Nirvana! There is always something to be
done – and that something to be done has a way of creeping up on one and biting
tender parts when you least expect it. Mainly
because you have entirely forgotten about it until the space in front of you is
filled with questioning faces!
So just time for another little break and a
spot of work before a spot of lunch!
I have just cleaned out my pestilential mug
with a Kleenex and spit and have thought of the incomparable Boundsie – the tea
lady of all tea ladies in my last real school.
I hasten to add that she does not come to mind for use her use of
Kleenex and spit (she must be revolving in her grave as she looks at my gross
attempts to preserve the integrity of my mug!) but rather for her periodic
disgust at the condition of my mug and her later vouchsafing the information
that she had doused it liberally in Domestos to get rid of the ingrained tannin
which was resistant to ordinary washing!
We shall not see her like again and no staff room that I have been in
since has been complete without her!
I made an executive decision yesterday to
go home early. We ragged survivors, the
left-overs from the Great Exodus as all the rest of the school has joined in
the diaspora to other places in the name of education, have been working
inordinately hard considering there was very little in the way of oversight of
what we were or were not doing!
I have done a lot, but not what I really
wanted to do.
I was beaten by Technological Aspirational
Dysfunction. Not on the part of the
machine, oh no, my TAD comes from commercial greed.
It all comes down to a timeline. For my MSOMA (Making Sense of Modern Art)
course I wanted to construct a timeline showing when each of the eight “–isms”
we look at is placed in the twentieth century.
Having at last learned to trust the computer to tell me about the
computer I ventured onto the Internet to find out if there was a ready-made
template for me to use.
They exist – but not quite as I want them
to. I delved deeper and discovered that
timeless could be created using Excel and Word.
More delving brought me face to face with a step-by-step video. Things appeared to be getting better and
better! But (isn’t there always a “but”
when you deal with computers) each of the programs that I was considering was
of a slightly different vintage to the one that I am actually using. Added to this is the fact that I am using
Microsoft programs which have been designed for use on the Mac. It was as if I had been magically transported
back to my first “real” computer, a Macintosh which supposedly worked with
specially adapted Microsoft programs - and it never quite did. And now in 2012 we are back where I began,
trying to use programs which are “almost” the same as the ones that everyone
else is using with their machines and finding the inevitable problems. It is at times like this that one sees very
clearly how Microsoft has made its money.
And built up a level of hatred in their imprisoned users that beggars
belief.
Perhaps I have been a little hasty. I was trying to form my timeline at the end
of school yesterday and that was not the best time to be concentrating with
full attention.
Today, Friday, a day I should be in school
but this is an occasional day, a day of freedom – and the last day of joy until
the Easter holidays – we went to Terrassa and I had an excellent lunch provided
by Toni’s Mum. I had planned to go to
Barcelona and see an exhibition but returning on the motorways was threatening,
with the amount of traffic building up nicely to intolerable proportions so I
returned home.
And did housework. I think I made a false call somewhere along
the line!
Garzon has been stripped of his position of
Judge for 11 years. For those who
cheered when this enterprising Judge tried to get the loathsome Pinochet
extradited to Spain to face charges for the various crimes that he had
committed, it is a time of considerable sadness that this crusading (whoops,
sorry, that word is very much off limits nowadays!) this resourceful legal
force has had his activities limited by what appears to be a well orchestrated
and politically motivated campaign to stop him.
The fact that he was investigating a
massive case of alleged corruption which implicates the ruling PP party and
that the judges who have ruled against him have links to the party as well
makes for a truly depressing assessment of the state of the judiciary in Spain
at the moment.
The slimy ex-president of Valencia has been
found not guilty of corruption by the resounding margin of 5 to 4 by the popular
jury while the most enterprising judge of modern times in Spain has been
stripped of his authority (and there are two other cases against him pending)
is enough to make one weep.
And with that sad thought I will go to bed!
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