Occasional Tales

And on and on and on. This week seems to have been a succession of days when I’ve been at school till late and then merely go home to do more work. Although my afternoons tend to be free, it seems that I just don’t have enough time to do everything I need to do. Some of it is research, and some of it is indecision, but some of it is also Ms Giggles making a nuisance of herself. There are times when she is silent for some reason, but more often an endless stream of noise emanates from her. At one stage, she insisted on announcing that her desk was a disaster area and needed cleaning, although she doesn’t seem to have asked herself whether anyone else needed to know. She spent a lot of time putting things into folders in the first week, and I suspect there are a few OCD bats in her belfry. I also had to wonder why Ms Giggles has yet to deal with last week’s topic while her Ladyship and I have dealt with it. What has Ms Giggles been doing for the past two weeks? How has she

The draag. [Etiam sic!] Thanks to our start last Sunday, every day this week has felt like tomorrow, and apart from today, none of them has had the tomorrow I actually want. The first week has been the usual clinging on for dear life because we have little or nothing to amuse the little darlings. We turned up at school last week, but were hampered by being the only people at school. Couldn’t get any large-scale photocopying done because Mr Photocopy wasn’t there. I think that I really need to do something at the end of this academic year so that I have material for the start of the following term and thus don’t need to do anything. By then, I ought to know what I’m teaching the following year. I lost another couple of students to classis inferior today. One should’ve stayed in my class, but the other was probably on my list of C-students who shouldn’t be in classis superior because she is, in truth, shallow and vacuous, and believes that every class should be some kind of