Occasional Tales

I’m nearly middle-aged, but try to keep up, you lot. The past two weeks have been non-stop. Part of this stems from moving on to a new new topic, viz. government. I’ve been producing PowerPoints and worksheets for it almost without ceasing in order to stay ahead of the game. I’ve dealt with the British government and have turned my attention to the American one. Ms Giggles declared her ignorance of the former, which she seemed to think excused her from doing anything, and because she’s fallen behind again, she’s not going to be producing anything about the US government until too late. I think the next time we have a meeting, I’m going to insist on knowing where things are at. Morrigan is more or less at the same stage I’m at; Dmitry and Ms Giggles are the gods alone know where; Mr Bradford may be on track. That means that having started on my next labour today, I’m probably going to have to deal with the structure of the US government by myself. I’m already thinking ab

It’s four years ago once more. When we became an InterBac centre, English B was extended to the A-level students as a way of trying to counter their disdain for English, which increased in their A2 year to the point that teachers would re-enter the office and announce that they’d seen < insert a number in single figures > students in their class. English B was meant to keep the A-level students from straying because there was an official exam at the end of it. Last year, my combined A2 class managed to attend classes regularly until about a month before the exams when the dimmer bulbs probably tried to make up for their lack of work over the preceding two years by vanishing into various dark corners where they no doubt remained just as cretinous and unenlightened. This year, I’m a little more confident that my A2 class will stick with me. But as for next year, I have less confidence about AS2, who are the most infantile class I’ve ever had. I got so fed up with th