It's a new dawn
Thus begins my journey as a blogger (not that I really understand the word or its derivation-can anyone help?). I cannot believe I haven't created one sooner seeing as I am obsessed with documenting my life in other ways, have a need to remember everything that happens to me and anyone related to me, am a fan of reminiscence and nostalgia and in truth enjoy relaying my life to others (and believe they are interested!).
In normal circumstances I would try to do some form of catch up: as my friends know well, I like to pinpoint the last time I have seen/spoken to/had contact with them before I entreat them with my up to the minute news. Fear not, we shall begin not at the beginning.
Woke up ridiculously late this morning but not as hungover as expected. Went to Chalk at the Scala last night with Julia, Rachel, Jamie, Josh, Rory and a few others as one of Rachel's friends was meant to be DJing (unfortunately he had to pull out at the last minute because he was given a rubbish set at 3.30am). Enjoyable night even if it was a random mix of music (Mr Hudson and the Library are defos not my cup of tea) and people (if I worked in North London I'm sure I would have seen some of my pupils out). The most AMAZING half hour was UK Apache's set - we knew he would play Original Nutta but we were ecstatic when he played Gimme Da Gal (if you don't know, get to know!).
As if facebook wasn't enough, I now have this blog as an additional form of procrastination. Got a double year 10 and double year 11 lesson to plan for tomorrow not to mention that I need to formulate resources for two EAL and SEN pupils as I am running out of lessons to try them out in before the WA3 deadline (which of course would be a detriment to my conclusions about the principles I should adopt for supporting pupils with SEN and EAL and "how my work has enabled me to meet the requirements of S2.6 and S3.2.5"). Aaargh!
In normal circumstances I would try to do some form of catch up: as my friends know well, I like to pinpoint the last time I have seen/spoken to/had contact with them before I entreat them with my up to the minute news. Fear not, we shall begin not at the beginning.
Woke up ridiculously late this morning but not as hungover as expected. Went to Chalk at the Scala last night with Julia, Rachel, Jamie, Josh, Rory and a few others as one of Rachel's friends was meant to be DJing (unfortunately he had to pull out at the last minute because he was given a rubbish set at 3.30am). Enjoyable night even if it was a random mix of music (Mr Hudson and the Library are defos not my cup of tea) and people (if I worked in North London I'm sure I would have seen some of my pupils out). The most AMAZING half hour was UK Apache's set - we knew he would play Original Nutta but we were ecstatic when he played Gimme Da Gal (if you don't know, get to know!).
As if facebook wasn't enough, I now have this blog as an additional form of procrastination. Got a double year 10 and double year 11 lesson to plan for tomorrow not to mention that I need to formulate resources for two EAL and SEN pupils as I am running out of lessons to try them out in before the WA3 deadline (which of course would be a detriment to my conclusions about the principles I should adopt for supporting pupils with SEN and EAL and "how my work has enabled me to meet the requirements of S2.6 and S3.2.5"). Aaargh!
Labels: clubbing, lesson planning, WA3
posted by Sanju @ 13:35
3 Comments:
At 18 March 2007 at 21:19 ,
the_namesake said...
what up sanju,
good job documenting! it's nice to see that life in the u.k. is as mundane and redundant as life in the u.s. (jk). see you in september,
--josh
At 18 March 2007 at 22:22 ,
Taruna said...
Sanju? Hungover? Noooooooooooo, surely not?
Well it sounds like you've had an eventful weekend. I didn't understand some of your post. I think that you may have been going on about some kind of ghetto music but I failed to appreciate it.
Anyways seeing as you've put me in a bad mood for mentioning the dreaded WA3 I thought I'd repay the favour and tell you about the awful weekend that I have and the lack of sleep I got. 'Why', I see you ask yourself as you scratch your barnet. I am of course referring to my weekend away with a bunch of year 9 girls.
It all started off fine. Well when I got down to the main reception there were loads of year 9 girls with a ridiculous amount of luggage but I had expected that. We then got on the coach and realised that we were short one pupil. After much searching of the school premises and numerous tanoy messages I decided to call the girls parents. It turned out that the girl in question had decided that she didn't want to go on the trip after all and had gone home. Worryingly she said that she didn't think it was necessary to inform us because she 'didn't think we'd notice'.
So we set off with 21 girls and we made it as far as Whitechapel station before we had the stop the coach and threaten to throw girls off for making offensive hand gestures to passers by. By the time we got to Mile End station Mourin from 9B had been moved to the front and I was given the pleasure of her company. And so went on the loooong journey.
Fast forward a few hours, we finally got to Gorsefield. In true school trip tradition, one girl had thrown up and of course the sick bags had been left at school. By the time we got to our destination the coach absolutely stunk.
From then on started the screaming, screeching and shouting. I must say that I do not know what the girls find to talk about. I can only imagine that they are preparing to take over the world and it is the planning of this masterplan that requires them to talk non stop. I thought that the girls may have shown some consideration as I was quite obviously under the weather....what a hilarious notion!
First night I put up with the running up and down the corridors whilst screaming in their normal high pitched manner until about 3am. By that point I had my head under my pillows with my hands over my ears trying to block out the terribly noise whilst thinking to myself if the sentence for mass murder was the same as a single murder...hmmmm, must find that out.
Anyway by then I was at breaking point so I got up and just as I opened my bedroom door 3 girls were running straight past. When asked where they thought they were going they, of course, told me that they were going to the toilet. I informed them that they were heading in the wrong direction and had to escort them to their rooms.
Naively I thought that would be the end of it but alas they were still full of energy. So after a few more similar incidences I was just about to nod of (now about 5am) when Ruksar bursts into my room, 'MISS SHARMA, MISS SHARMA...COME QUICK....IT'S AYESHA!!!!!!'. Naturally I jumped out of my skin. Great, I thought. She's probably tripped/leapt/fallen and split her head open and I'll have to spend the rest of the night, or what was left of it, in A&E.
I think I'll leave you with that cliff hanger. Let's just say that when we got back to school there were only 20 girls. I wish you lots luck with your trip to Gorsefield...because you will need it!
Take it easy,
Taruna
P.S. Blog is short for web log....see, not just a pretty face :)
At 20 March 2007 at 00:30 ,
Senorita Alexa said...
Hey Sanj, so have you started a school orchestra yet? Or is it a case of one Grade 3 Cellist, two tone deaf Grade 1 flutes and a beginner on the penny whistle? I can't believe you're getting up for lessons each day and, so it seems, are actually enjoying yourself! My two jobs are becoming more polarised: in the day I'm a good girl with my impeccable telephone manner summonsing the crims to court; but by night, I'm a bad ass, beer swilling Estuary accented mofo. Don't think I've quite found my calling yet. Btw, I'm coming up to London for Boat race on 7th April. When are we, Nick and Ed heading out again? Promise I won't snog any more Brazilian Jaggers:) Ali M. X
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