I'm not too worried though because I got my first spontaneous hug from a child this afternoon. She was quite small so she just about got her arms around my knees, which took me by surprise. All I did was make her laugh once and tell her the drawing she'd done was good, but hey, when you're that small I suppose anything's great!
It was a nice end to a week in which I'd been much more aware of the other half of teaching. The one in which teachers stay at school till 6pm or go to meetings about obscure planning strategies that makes them come out all grumpy. Several things about assessments and school procedures went worryingly high over my head, but I've made it to the weekend and I'm hanging in there so it's just about okay!
On an entirely different note, I heard about some WW1 diaries being released online this week. Haven't had time to get around to reading any, but it did remind me of some writing I did a while back based on an extract of my Great-Granddad's dairy from WW1. Here is part of it:
Dawn had not yet broken as HMS Inconstant arrived in Rosyth Harbour at 6 am, March 5th, 1918. It had been a night without event, which was not so unusual now, although the cold March winds across the North Sea, and off the East coast of
The day was grey and plain, without rain, but the fifteenth century ruins of