It’s half term!
That concludes this blog post…
Ah well, it could. But I’m actually feeling more lively, enthusiastic and happy right now. Not just because it is half term – I was feeling like this the Thursday and Friday leading up to it. (Though now I think about it, perhaps that’s because I knew half term was just around the corner?)
Now I’m feeling pretty good again, and even the mountain of job application forms to complete doesn’t appear too scary.Either way, at the beginning of last week I felt awfully run down, tired and lethargic. I almost certainly had a bug of some sort and would have benefited from being able to sleep for 48 hours solid. But that wasn’t going to happen. Now I’m feeling pretty good again, and even the mountain of job application forms to complete doesn’t appear too scary.
…and almost dying last week (headaches AND a cold, thank you!)I’ve decided that that’s enough talking about bad things for now. I’ve already mentioned not getting a job, concerns about being unemployed in September, and almost dying last week (headaches AND a cold, thank you!). So let’s think about some of the lighter moments that I’ve experienced in education so far.
The first isn’t particularly fun, rather terrifying and fear-inducing. Last Friday, while amazing a group of my Year 2 children during Golden Time with the wonders of Google Street View (look! We can see Mrs soandso in the playground!!!), one particular child kept calling my name, each time more excitedly than the last. Finally turning around to see what was so exciting, I was presented with a dead, dangling spider, hovering inches away from my nose, with a 7 year old grinning. “Look what I’ve found!!”
I want to scream like a girl and run around waving my hands about.Now, I hate spiders. I hate them. I think it might be because I was subjected to the cheesy 1990s flick Arachnophobia as a young child. If I see one – alive or dead – I want to scream like a girl and run around waving my hands about. A good look for a 6’3 lad. So I think I did quite well to calmly ask him to put it in the bin. Thankfully I didn’t cry. Much.
When I worked as a teaching assistant last year I was asked if I wouldn’t mind helping out during two trips to the theme park Camelot. Before I’d even said yes I was already thinking back to when I last visited, probably the same age as the children I’d be accompanying. And so the answer was a definite yes!
when all I really wanted to do was scream “Fuuuuuuuu….”The only trouble with visiting a theme park in a professional capacity is that you can’t switch off from ‘teacher’ mode (or TA mode, on this occasion). I’m not a very sweary person, but I must admit to uttering a few choice words when hurtling 60mph down a steep incline. But that sort of thing cannot be done when you’re sat in between two eight year olds. So I spent the entire time riding the amusements by making sure the children were not too scared, trying not to think of every possible disaster that could happen while suspended 60ft in the air inside a mechanical balloon, and saying things like “my word!” and “oh dear!”, with the odd “eeeeeeeeeh whoah!” when all I really wanted to do was scream “Fuuuuuuuu….”
So why was I petrified of the Pirate Ship at Camelot?I think I did quite well. I also realised how much of a scaredy cat I am now. When I was 10 I went on The Big One at Blackpool. At the age of 14 I enjoyed Oblivion at Alton Towers. So why was I petrified of the Pirate Ship at Camelot?
Thankfully, I had something to blame, and it almost ties in very neatly: a huge wasp was hovering excitedly in the middle of the ship, probably wondering why that man kept swinging towards it, then back again. Thankfully it decided not to sting me. But just imagine if that had been a spider, crawling towards me, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but sit and watch it scuttle in my direction.
Perhaps next time I’ll have to just stand by the exit gates and hold all the bags. A much less terrifying ordeal.