So why am I not feeling happy?
Not only is today Friday (well, it was when
I wrote this), but also it is the last day of pseudo-work before the long
weekend, to which colleagues have been looking forward with an almost unhealthy
greed! There is an air of desperation
about a single day (and not the day on which I have six periods to teach) which
shows like nothing else the true state of exhaustion of the staff.
After this tantalizing taste of freedom
there is an extra fortnight before the Easter holiday – and even this release
is a truncated form of what you would get in Britain with only seven working
days of holiday rather than a full fortnight being allocated for the vacation.
The one thing which is similar to Britain
is that my colleagues here share the same delusions about the summer term.
I have already heard colleagues saying
things like, “The summer term goes so quickly” and “When the sixth form goes we
will have extra time” and other statements of equal hope but little
reality. Colleagues will be absent and
extra time will be missed; examinations will need to be supervised; odd little
events will suddenly be organized which need our attendance. In short, time will be illusory and weeks
will be exactly the same length as in a term which is perceived to be more
strenuous.
Although teachers are expected to say this
every year that they are in teaching, I do think that this term has been one of
the most arduous that I have ever endured.
Not only has the content been taxing but also the sheer number of days
that we have been in school has been enervating. I will be very glad when this term is over
and I will gleefully enter into the collective delusion about the easiness of
the third term.
Although it was rather an expensive way of
doing it, I have been amused and delighted by the new car and I am still,
continuingly fascinated by the way that the car switches seamlessly between
petrol engine and battery, sometimes using both at the same time. I am beginning to suspect that the little
graphic is a lie and I am kidding myself about what is going on! But the silent progress I sometimes make is
more than satisfying!
I am now listening to Bartok as I make my
way to school. This is part of my bulk
buy of CDs which of late have tended towards Bruckner and Mahler - rather heavy
going for first thing in the morning!
The present Bartok is now exactly hummable but the astringent
almost-melodies are refreshing and match the driving skills of my fellow
motorists as I make my stately ecological way along the motorways.
For virtually the first time in my
experience I am actually enjoying driving and I like the car. This reaction means that I do notice the
little (or not so little to my way of thinking) things that are not working as
I expect them to. My greatest gripe is
the music.
The reproduction of the music is fine I
have no complaints about that – it is more the fact that the information about
tracks is not being displayed on the screen when the various devices are linked
up. In theory I should have all the information
which is displayed on the IPod screen on the display in the car, but this
merely gives a track number for the CD player and doesn’t even give you the
total number of tracks.
The information about performer, orchestra,
and movement is totally absent, and yet according to the information in the guidebook
it should be part of the driving experience.
Well, it isn’t and I am not pleased. I am more than half inclined to go back to
the dealer and see how they respond to a request from a customer after the
money has all been paid in! But I hold
myself back from doing this in the fear that I am not following an instruction
of mindless simplicity which will make all things well.
My first period has been turned into a
study period and even that is cut in half as I am shortly to be relieved by a
colleague who will take the latter part of the lesson. The second period is a Departmental Meeting
which I assume will be given over to marking (which I have done) and then I
have a free. This is the sort of teaching
that I could take up as a career! Pity
this is the exception rather than the rule!
Where did Saturday go?
The Family came down for lunch and then
stayed for the more than satisfactory win by Barça over Seville.
I was tricked into going into town with the
ladies for shopping. I thought that we
were going in for food and other essentials: the ladies had other ideas.
Many clothing shops later I felt that I
deserved the coffee that might as well have been strapped to the neck of a
Saint Bernard dog for that state that I was in by the time that at least half
of us sat down!
In C&A a father a daughter hogged the
only two seats for those waiting for the people trying on clothes. In spite of the poisonous looks that I gave
them both neither relinquished their hard gained comfy chair.
It took me a while to remember that, having
exhausted the delights of the haute mode of the men’s section of C&A and
feeling like a plane crash survivor staggering in a desert of tat, there were
benches just outside the store. Thus
armed with my trusty mobile phone which is always charged with numerous
“Amazing” stories gleaned copyright-free to satisfy my sci-fi addiction (though
not always charged with money for its ostensible purpose) I was able to read
myself to sanity.
Our trip to the shopping centre was taken
in the new car (New Car) and drew appreciative coos of delight from the
assembled ladies and with the CD player off (I felt that the spikier Bartok was
not to their taste) the eerie silence with which we threaded through the lanes
of the underground car park reduced them to silence as well!
Today is an officially “gained” day. Usually Sundays are broken days for
teachers. They have a lie-in in the
morning; enjoy a Sunday lunch, and then use the afternoon and evening to worry
about the next day. But today is
different. Sunday may be enjoyed in all
its schoollessness because we are not working on Monday. Even the traditional worry-free morning takes
on a different sort of delightfulness.
A gloomy colleague told me on Friday that
the unusually fine weather we have been having would last up until Sunday and
then miserable normality would take over.
Well, it may only be ten o’clock in the morning, but the perfect blue
skies bode well for the rest of the day.
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