Still alive and kick'n...

I know I’ve been MIA for a couple of weeks now, and I do apologize for that. Last week was my first full week of teaching and this week, thus far, has been insanity. First and foremost—I survived my first full week of teaching. *Insert Rocky theme song* It’s 5:50 am my time here so please excuse if this post isn’t the most coherent—I’m still feeling exhausted after a long, stressful day yesterday.

Last week passed rather quickly and was wrapped up with an evening out with my colleagues, turning out to be an over all good time. My students, for the most part, were wonderful. There were a few times that I wanted to go ape-shit on them, but I managed to keep that under wraps. I tried to go into Cambridge this past Saturday, but I found myself sitting at the bus station for an hour and a half without any sign of a bus. Fail. Instead I went and met up with my roommate, Michelle, in London. There is this awesome festival every Saturday down by the Thames, and seeing Saturday was such a lovely day, it was packed. By the Tate museum they had Salsa dancing, which was awesome. Sarah, if you’re reading this, you would be in heaven. Anyway, we spent the rest of the evening in London reeking havoc on the city and all that jazz ;)

Sunday I managed to get grading in followed by a nice trip to an apple orchard with one of my colleagues. He teaches the BTEC students (really low achieving students, like our tech. students at home) horticultural, and needed to make sure that it was okay to take them apple picking. It was a lovely break to the grading and what not.

My students have been driving me nuts all week long. There’s no rhyme or reason, just that they’re settling in and I’m not longer a novelty to them. I have to really buckle down on them because yesterday one of my classes had me in tears I was so frustrated. I didn’t want middle school for a reason and I have four classes of Year 7/8. *Sigh* I’m hoping today will be better.

A few, quick, updates:

My bike is in and I’ve been using it every chance I can get.

My great grandmother died Monday morning at the incredible age of 102. We’ll miss her terribly.

I’m coming home to the States for winter break on the 21 and will be in Baltimore on the 29-2 of December/January

Time for a run and then off to work.