Doubly promising...

Too much going on, deciding that if I hadn't posted anything in ages then what was really the point and lots of reading other people's blogs and wondering WHY they hadn't updated in SOOOOO LONG (ie, 24hrs. Bloggers I like are not allowed to have a life, despite that being what I am reading about. Irony=delicious).

Add to the falling by the wayside basket: 365 photo project of Cait, had to transfer photos from old to new laptop so didn't want to take any more for a short while, lost SD card for medium length while, camera out of batteries for long while. I did try, I got the AA's out of the X-box remote (don't tell Ben...) but they were nearly out of juice too and no good. Not going near shops til sometime next week. Don't think I've updated that album since June (?) anyway...

So what's new?

-Vegetarian now. Ben grossly opposed. It would be like him suddenly coming home one day and saying Matt Giteau is the best player in the world apparently. And is upset that he finally came round to the idea of a leather lounge when we get our tax back.

-Bought land and are hoping to build a house one day, if we can ever manage to get posted/get out and live there.

-Loving the Tudors series on Foxtel. Loving having Foxtel.

-Teaching much more drama and loving that. Not loving the man-tanties of some students.

-Still plugging away at uni. 5/8 subjects complete and think I might major in Defence Studies rather than History, the units still count towards my teaching accreditation and I just think it sounds so wonderfully pretentious when Ben would clearly know more!

And on that note, off to do some readings...

Year 9 are evil...

Kids just get to a stage in high school, around about half-way through year 8 where everything goes to pot (metaphorically as well as possibly literally for some) until the time they are doing the school certificate in year 10. Just about all of them come out the end of the tunnel as better people, even the lovely 70 class I had in my first year. Who became 8Y in my second year, who I thankfully didn't have to teach in my third year, small mercies. Now I'm having some extended contact with them again they seem to have come out alright.

But at that point half way through year 8, when they're no longer shiny little year 7s who tend not to muck up too much and if they do the threat of a phone call to mum settles them down again, they seem to lose the plot. I can't wait until I have one of my own...