Hello there. I am running a day behind on the blog but I shall do my best to catch up sometime soon. I’m glad so many people liked the guest post on Wednesday, it’s absolutely brilliant and that is what having guest-posters is all about. I would like to have some more guest-bloggers so why don’t you take part, simply click on the guest post page to find out more.
So all this week I have been on placement in school and it has been fantastic. Next week I am leading a guided reading session and teaching two whole lessons which is all very exciting. I am now starting to feel that the idea of being a teacher is actually happening. Of course if the lesson’s go terribly I will not feel so good about the whole thing but, touch wood, they will be wonderful. The history lesson I will be teaching is going to be amazing and I can’t wait. It involves me dressing up so I’m definitely on to a winner!
The downside to being on placement is having to leave so early. Our taxi leaves at 7:15AM, meaning I have to get up at about 6AM. And I know that it isn’t that bad and that some people do it every day and I will have to do it when I become a teacher. But the people that do it every day get into a routine and don’t have to suddenly start doing it like I do. Plus they don’t live in student accommodation which is usually fairly noisy well into the night. And I won’t have to do it quite so early because when I become a teacher I will actually live near the school I’m teaching in. But anyway, enough moaning, because I seem to have coped OK. I have even had a couple of cups of coffee and I have to say I liked them. Am I starting to become a coffee drinker? Gazing into the mists of time I can see me in twenty years sat in an lonely little flat with coffee being the only thing that gets me through a day of teaching. What a horrible image that it. Let’s move on.
My good friend Josh arrived back at uni for his exam yesterday and it was great to see him. He completes me. He finally got his birthday present which was a TARDIS wardrobe and is absolutely fantastic. A load of us all put money in towards it so Josh got a lovely present. It looks like this:
Having Josh back is a wonderful present though it’s a shame that I’m so busy at the moment.
Tonight we were supposed to go to a foam party at the student union but tickets sold out within an hour so we couldn’t go. Not perturbed, we headed to a place called Porthouse in town. I’d never been there before and felt really out of place on arrival. I nearly followed the girls into the ladies only bit of the building, only to be stopped by the bouncer. What an Earth goes on in a ladies only section? My mind can only imagine, and then I have to slap myself because such thoughts are inappropriate. I kind of took the evening as it went really. The music was fairly decent so I did some typically-me drunken dancing and singing. The bar queue was always annoyingly long (though I did get introduced to some lovely girls whilst I was queuing) so on one occasion I decided to buy two doubles, both for me. This and a concoction of various other alcoholic beverages led to be being fairly drunk. I’m just really pathetic and silly when I’m drunk. A lot of people find it really easy to chat-up girls when they are sober but I’m still too shy when I am completely out of it. I’m just pathetic really. Here’s a picture to prove the point:
Now I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently so thought I may as well blog it. I do like to share emotional thoughts from time to time. For the first time in ages I am properly happy about who I am and being single and all that. It’s a bit weird actually because I haven't had a week where I’ve felt really miserable for a couple of months. It’s a lovely change. But in terms of relationships, how old is the point of no return? There’s a point where it becomes much harder to find eligible partners because most people of a similar age have already settled down. Now obviously I am a fair way off this but I can see that it could easily creep up. What age is normal to get married and start a family these days? In some parts of society it would seem you start a family at 16 and get married at 18, 23 and 41. But what about for me in the middle-class life I lead? If anyone knows the answers to such questions, if there even are answers, please let me know in the form of a comment. I shall pick this up later and will also discuss families, especially the less stable ones, at a later date.
I think I should probaly end now. I’ve been rabbiting on a fair bit tonight. Tomorrow I shall bring you all the goss on my trip to London with the book club*. See you then!
*Interesting use of the word “goss” there, a word I have never used before and will never use again. I seem to be talking incredibly street at the moment. I must posh up a bit before I return home to the ‘rents.