My life recently is becoming my job. My job is becoming my life. I’m really trying hard to stop it from being that way, but it seems to be a hopeless slide down a slippery slope.
This is how my week spans out, currently:
Monday morning: PPA time at home. Yes.
Monday afternoon: NQT time in school. No idea why I have to have it in school. I stayed at home all Monday last week and was told not to again, by the head. Also staff meetings are on a Monday, after school.
Tuesday to Thursday I am teaching all day, Friday afternoons I am also teaching. Friday mornings, eventually, I will have off completely. This is due to the fact I will soon be starting up after-school music tuition clubs.
So this afternoon I put in an order for hundreds of pounds worth of music equipment. The head signed my order form before I had completed it, I’m not sure if she realises how unwise a move this was. Saying that, it will all go to benefit the school so she can’t really complain.
For my after-school tuition clubs I am going to be teaching Indian percussion (not that I know anything about it!), ukuleles (not that I can play a ukulele – but seriously, how hard can it be?) and keyboard club. I can play a keyboard. So I’m okay on that one.
Lunch-clubs will eventually be as follows: Tuesdays (starting tomorrow): Choir. The new-look choir. I publicised it loads last week, and I think I’m going to have a lot of kids come tomorrow, including boys, which is great. Wednesday will be either percussion club or ocarina club (yes, OCARINA club), and Thursday will be either ocarina club or percussion club.
I am going to be a busy little boy. And I’ve not even started on what I’m going to be teaching. Which is probably for the best, as I’m not too sure. I suppose I’d better get sure.
In other news, I have purchased a nice grey tank-top, and shaved all my hair off.