What an intensely weird week I've had.
Monday, I was observed during my focus teaching time. Got a satisfactory. I found myself already thinking the things that the inspector ended up telling me. So at least we're on the same level in that respect. She's coming back in three weeks. So another three weeks to work wonders on the environment and polish up some more on my satisfactory skills in hopes of getting good next time.
Spent the whole week trying to sort out my assessments and that's been a harrowing experience. To think that it's only the beginning of the year. I'm overly excited about all that is to come!!!
Been trying to comfort some children whose mum passed away. The 6-year old is asking to talk to her. He's up in main school, not doing very well, and I ended up feeling all welled up after talking to him the other day. The 3-year old seems to a bit more settled back into the routine. She's always been very quiet. In her own little ways she is showing anxiety. She grips onto you as if she doesn't want to be torn away from you.
On Thursday, I had opened a small packet of crisps at lunch but couldn't finish it, so left it on the kitchen counter in the staff room. When all the kids had gone for the day I went back to get it. Walked back into my work area with it and was about to put my hand into the bag when I saw that it was shaking. A little mouse jumped right out from it!!!! Of course I squealed like a baby as it scurried around the room. It started to go for the crisps that fell out of the bag! Ugh, to think that I could've had my hand actually in the bag, gross!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, I do feel bad that there are now loads of bait boxes around. It was just a little mouse. The Site Manager is taking no chances that it's got other little friends around. I'm imagining all the mice coming out to party late at night, Disney style.
Friday after work. Was at Boots picking up some things. An old Indian man approached me and asked me where I was from and shook my hand. He sent chills down my spine when he started rubbing my hand. He followed me down the aisle a bit and asked if he could buy me a present. He was in the queue as I approached the check out, so I turned around and bolted to the one on the other side of the shop.
I woke up this morning and said to myself that I will not do any work related stuff today. So far I haven't had to twist my own arm over this. I've actually had to bring my travel backpack to work so that I can carry all the things I needed to use this weekend. Tomorrow is another story. | 
