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Ah, today was my last full day of teaching. Fittingly, only three people turned up for the morning class. It took a while to even get three - I was on the verge of having to abandon the lesson. An observed lesson. Such fun. Now I have to write up three observation reports and make a trip to Maida Vale solely to get a department head to sign off my teaching hours. Fun fun fun. But I’ll be a fully-fledged teacher soon! And like many of my compatriots, gainfully unemployed! While I aim to change this, I do also want to kick back for a bit. A week back in Edinburgh would be ideal. I want to go swimming, cycling, hiking, boozing, reclining, snoozing - just not round here.

I just got some news that left me feeling both relieved and somewhat nonplussed. I need to log 150 hours of teaching in order to get my qualification and I’ve been rather short for various reasons. After asking my tutor what I could do, they informed me that they’d talked to the head of teaching and it was agreed that the hours I need to make up will be signed off as learning and development or some such thing - hence my relief.

I am, however, a bit apprehensive because a number of my classmates have really had to scrabble and endure a lot of stress in order to make up their own hours. On the other hand there were a number of factors that were out of my control, namely that I wasn’t able to start teaching until quite late in the year and I was promised an additional class but didn’t get one.

I suppose I should just feel pleased, because we’ve all (nearly) made it to the end.

all I really did today was go out to buy a solitary lever arch file

one day I’ll be able to look back on my life and see how heavily bookmarked it is by stationery decisions

first kiss? unremarkable
first foolscap? I have so much to tell you

I saw Man of Steel yesterday and thought it was alright. Some things were done well, some things weren’t, but it was enjoyable overall. I liked how the woman second-in-command to Zod was far more badass than him. Kevin Costner and Russell Crowe managed to be not terrible. My friend made an interesting point about Amy Adams (who is in every film ever apparently): she never seems to deviate much in terms of appearance from film to film, which she took to mean that Adams is not letting anyone treat her like another bit of putty so that’s nice.

I got so thoroughly soaked by the rain while walking home from the cinema that my glasses slipped off my face

introducing my students to the armando iannucci show tomorrow teacher knows best and all that

I saw former Home Secretary Charles Clarke on the tube today - an experience about as unremarkable as his tenure I should think

wow what a great day some loser stole my bag so I’ve cancelled my card and the lock’s got to be changed, they’ve now also got a cardigan and a satanic french novel damn what great loot, but what’s most annoying is that my teaching journal was in there and it’s something I have to submit eventually so I’ll have to write all of that shit AGAIN

I didn’t even feel that mad when I found out like it’s not worth getting angry it’s just way too uncool

just made a whole mess of popcorn so much popcorn whoops it’s gone

WOWOWOWOW

FINALLY

OWEN PALLETT’S COMING TO LONDON IN AUGUST

*someone yawns loudly*

me: “I agree.”