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My contract arrived in the post this morning - and the good news is it starts on April 1st (!) so I'll get paid over the Easter Holiday! Even better is the fact that my current contract doesn't run out until April 19th, so I'll have an extra few quid - although that won't last long before it gets swallowed up.

And here's some funny that's doing the rounds at school -

( Dumbing down? Surely not! )

Lemme tell ya - from what I've seen, that's not so far from the truth!

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I am already being pestered about going to see this.

I'm sure it's Auntie hooloovoo_42's turn though...

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I had a bit of an odd day today. I was woken up sometime between 5 and 5.30 by a cat, desperate for attention, who was trying to push her head underneath my hand in the hope that I'd be encouraged to scratch her behind the ears. She wasn't impressed by the fact that I didn't have the energy at that time of day to move any muscles - and so kept reminding me of the fact that she was there by nibbling my hand every so often. After that, I gave up and got up - 6 o'clock on a Saturday - ick. But I suppose that because I have to be up at that time Mon-Fri, my body decided it should wake itself up, so I came downstairs, made some tea... and was too awake to go back to bed, so I stayed up and marked a load of French tests. I then went back to bed about 7.30 and managed to doze off to the sound of Mr Humphreys on Radio 4. I didn't wake up again until just before 10, and I feel as though I could have slept for another couple of hours.

I've been pottering about since really - caught up with 30 Rock, watched another episode of Life... read my news feeds - and now it's time to head back to bed. I've put some of the clocks forward, and I'll do the rest in the morning. I really hate this pissing about with the clocks twice a year. I don't care whether we're on GMT or BST, I just wish someone would pick one and bloody-well stick to it!

That said - it's time to dust this one off...

( This clock should be in military time. )

So it's the end of term next week, and the end of my time at school A. I can't say I'll be sad to leave, although the reaction of some of the kids I teach has been surprising, to say the least! I'm sure they're only begging me to stay because I'm the devil they know.

But the end of term means it's time to start planning lessons for next term. At least now, I'll be taking the majority of the classes myself, so I won't have to write lesson plans for others. The upside of that was that it meant I had to have plans ready a week or two in advance; now it's "just me", I won't have to do that, although I have to admit, it's a nice feeling to be prepared well in advance. I used to have a system of writing each weeks' lessons the day I gave the previous one - I haven't been able to do that lately, but I might go back to it. What I need to do first though, is get a rough outline of the overall plans done so I can root out or make whatever resources I'm going to need. That's the sort of thing that takes hours and hours.

I suppose that if a needy moggy wakes me up early again tomorrow, I could make a start. It's that or the ironing...