Yesterday, the first day of spring, with
the irony that confirms the existence of a cruel god, was positively wintry
with cold gusts of wind and spiteful spits of rain.
This adverse weather has continued into the
second day of “spring” and has created a day which illustrates the pathetic
fallacy as the grey, cold, rainy weather reflects the feeling of depression
which fills the hearts of teachers as they see a large substitution list for a
colleague who has gone home to Australia for domestic reasons and has not, of
course, been replaced by a supply teacher; the looming need to fill in the
meaningless marks out of ten for our pupils on some cranky computer system; the
chaos which is going to accompany the new approach to a week of project based
learning, and all of this further exacerbated by the lack of chocolate.
Even the relatively near end of term (eight
working days away) fails to give the fillip that it should. We are all too bone-weary to get excited
about something like that. And it’s a
much shorter a holiday than its equivalent in the UK.
I am now stuck in front of a Y8 class who
are revising for a science exam; at least I only have to do half the lesson as
my colleague who shares this class will be coming to do her part and I can
escape for a few brief minutes into the tranquillity of the staffroom, where I
have to replenish the iconic Chocolate Box in my cupboard which has become such
an institution in the school!
I am now sitting in front of a Y7 class
and, apart from the inevitable questions about the paper (this is Spain after
all) they are working in silence. But
before you think that this is money for old rope, I actually have to mark what
these small people are writing.
Furthermore, it has to be done in double quick time because the marks
need to be entered onto the school computer system. There there are two long, long, long meetings
at the start of next week just to make sure that we fully appreciate the value
of the holiday that will begin at the end of it!
The marking of the papers is going to be
difficult as tomorrow marks the beginning of the project based learning
programme and people are already getting het up about it as it is (they assume)
going to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
Ah well, another shining example of the
sort of planned chaos this school does so well.
Personally, I think that everything will go
quite well and people will be pleased with the results that they get and the
response from the pupils. Time will
tell.
The strike is on the 29th of
March and I am more determined than ever to take part in it. I have said this to a couple of my colleagues
and I have also pointed out that I expect them NOT TO TAKE MY CLASSES. They smile, because they have as much
experience of being in and belief in a real Trade Union as the present chubby
little dictator of North Korea. And I
smile too because it would be too harsh to tell them that what they are smiling
at is an action beneath which there is no lower action in the mind of a Trade
Unionist. I have minor fantasies of
standing outside the school with a placard, forming a picket line of one and
screaming “Scab!” at every teacher who crosses it. I won’t do it. Probably.
But I am feeling more militant at each
passing day!
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