Hello again. Remember me? Thought so.
I’m back at work which means I’m back at messed up body clock. I think the last time I went to bed at 8pm was when I was about five years old. Even then, it probably wasn’t without a fight. Commuting to work is quite fun. Especially as there are a lot of familiar faces on the 06:52 to Simrishamn.
It’s so strange, I recognise these people, I know their routines (on the train), but I know nothing about them, not even their names. In a way it’s quite amusing. In another way it’s quite annoying – you sort of feel obliged to say “good morning” but then remember that doing so would defy a million and one social conventions – especially as we all sit in the silent carriage.
I know I shouldn’t really blog too much about my job, but it is, quite frankly, a rather nice job. Like all forms of employment it has its up days and its down days, but I’m plodding through nicely. I have finally got to know a lot of my students (ok, so there are still a lot of names I need to learn…) which is making things easier for me when it comes to planning.
I’ve also been given a huge dollop of responsibility for my plate – an extra German class and even worse, my “own” little mentor class. I do love my little mentor class, but I don’t love the workload that comes with it. I’m still trying to get myself organised. As well as all the lessons, I have to, keep track of my mentor group’s attendence, private lives, academic progress, I have to get in touch with parents, I have parents getting in touch with me… and soon I’ll be having performance review type things with my students and their parents.
The worst thing about it all? I don’t get any more money for my troubles!
Anyway, the time is now 06:59 and I have a laundry time booked for 7. Isn’t my life just a barrel of laughs?
