Excuse me, but I have the rather urgent need to vent.
People who do a five minute walk through tour and then make snap decisions, should be snapped in half themselves and their pieces scattered on a motorway.
May all those self-indulgent parents who told their child that they were wonderful for merely drawing breath; and may all those parents who don’t give a shit about their feral children and never taught them any values or manners, may you all rot in hell before coming back as a teacher in your next life, if there is one and get to teach your kid; otherwise just burn in hell. Twice.
“Don’t leave your bag in the doorway”
“Because someone will trip over it.”
“It’s not my fault if they are stupid enough to fall over it.”
Treat others as you would like to be treated, or I will surely break your arms and legs off.
Argue about the literal meaning of a proverb over the metaphor one more time and I will ram your arms and legs where the sun don’t shine and post you home to mother.
Why should class be fun? Why can’t you just pay attention for 40 minutes and learn something for once in your damn life.
Can I put up an Easter reading suggestion display with the slogan “Don’t be a wasted space, read a book for once”?
May the subject coordinators who create dodgy lesson plans for teachers to present, be locked into an eternal Groundhog Day of teaching that lesson. May you be eaten alive at the end of each day. No exit clause.
Would someone for f-ing sake build covered walkways between our classrooms so that we don’t end up with 152 sopping wet students in the library at lunch time.
Sometimes, sonny boy, you just don’t get to negotiate or argue every point, sometimes you just need to shut up and do.
Don’t give me the finger because you don’t know how to merge on the highway. I see your finger and raise it one as well.
Stop trying to rearrange the front of my car and attach my car to yours by changing into my lane without allowing enough space between our cars.
“Put your phone away”
“It’s my mum”
“Tell Mum that Mrs FD is trying to teach you right now.”
“But she wants to know ,,, whether to wash my blue blouse or my pink; where I left the remote; whether she can borrow some money…”
“Tell Mum to send a text that you can answer after class.”
Total disbelief as an expression from student who continues conversation with parent.
Enough with the rain already, we need to dry out.
I am a goddess why are my feet in the bloody trenches?
Augie Dog was in another part of the house when he started to bark. Augie is a very quiet, if boisterous puppy and rarely barks, so when he does we seek a reason. I walked into the living room and he ran to my side and barked. I started to wonder if we had a snake or a lizard in the house but could see nothing.
Wondering if his alarm was being caused by something outside as he seemed to be looking towards the lving and dining floor to ceiling windows I walked to the patio but still couln’t see anything.
As it is flooding and aware of how animals alert people to natural disasters, I started to wonder if an inland tsunami was about to hit us. I returned to the dining room and it was then that I saw what had Augie Dog so agitated.
DUCKS. Ducks on our lawn. It is so soggy I can only guess that even the ducks are looking for somewhere drier! They were just below the crest of our hill slope and so I wasn’t able to see them until I was in the right position. Augie Dog knew though.
My first thoughts were, how cute that Augie was excited by the arrival of ducks. It was only later that I realised that Augie was actually up to no good and following his natural instincts as a retriever dog. He wanted to retrieve the ducks!
The Grandma bubble of happiness lasted until period 3 of school today, when one of my year 11 boys decided he would try to use his size and loud mouth to try to control the class and bully me. He got sent to the responsible thinking room to think about his behaviour. He has to write his own behaviour plan before he is allowed to negotiate his return to my classroom. Little pisher.
It’s raining again and the locals are nervous. I don’t blame them as many of them are still cleaning up from the Australia Day flood in January. If it rains throughout the night I doubt whether I will make it to work tomorrow. We stocked up on milk, bread and dog treats on the weekend, so should be right for a few days. Hopefully it won’t flood at all.
I was reflecting on the past year and this is what I reallised we have experienced over the previous 12 months :
My mother became ill and needed to go into care
My siblings and I had to clear our parents home of 57 years and sell it.
I started a new job.
We sold our house in the city and moved to the country.
A daughter moved to the opposite side of the country.
Our first grandchild was born.
We got a dog.
We experienced another flood (luckily not as a vicitm).
Now, talk to me about ageing and change…
Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.
Petite Fille is now a whole day old! She looks even more beautiful, now that she has lost her “just hatched” appearance. She had a restless first night, but slept soundly through our visit today. I won’t get to visit her until next week now, as I will be working all week, but we have plenty of time for kisses and hugs, a lifetime in fact.
Isn’t life just wonderful?
My grand daughter – in this photo she is approximately three hours old. Under her pink cap she has a head of thick black hair.
She weighs 7lbs 15 ozs and is perfect in every. She has a very pretty, feminine name that mean elegance ,intellegence, wit, and wise. A perfect choice!
She has stolen our hearts already.
Daughter1 has been admitted to hospital for an induction tomorrow morning.
This is the first time in her life that I am not by her side and I feel so restless and nervous. She has a husband now and so Mum gets to sit on the side lines, and I have to say that it is a very odd experience to have her in hospital with possible complications and not have a role to play until summoned.
I never realised until now what my own mother must have felt when my sister and I had babies, and we both had complications and she had to wait to be told what was happening. It is not in anyway a welcome role.
Hopefully it won’t be a long wait…