I went to work today prepared for the Victorian Laundry. I unlocked the laundry, opened up the shutters, put on the lights, filled all the dolly tubs, put out the activities etc., and went to meet the bus.
The school had booked for the Victorian Schoolroom - it was clearly marked on their booking confirmation, but was not what it said on my sheet.
So I sent them off to the lunch room while I went back to the laundry, turned off the lights, gathered my belongings and locked up properly; then I went across to the hall, explained the situation, went upstairs, opened up the shutters in the schoolroom, turned on the lights, got out the children's costumes, took off my apron, wrote on the board, collected the register, cane and bell, and went down to meet the children . . .
And then at the end of the day, I had two workshops to clear up after.
As I said at the top . . . grrrr! The office is making mistakes every week now, which it never did in Averil's day.
Josh, on the other hand, is very happy. He advertised his 50cc kiddy motorbike on e-bay, and has sold it for £100 . . . which he intends to put towards a 125cc bike! He is fourteen!
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Josh on the old bike.
lizdavies
That's why I was getting so frustrated last year, and am so much happier this year. Last year I was forever going in, all prepared for what I'd got planned, only to be told I was somewhere completely different at 8.55. To the extent that I stopped planning my proper lessons, as so much time was wasted on it so that when, once in a blue moon I actualy got to deliver one, I had to wing it, as I had no idea where the children were up to by then. Not the way to feel pride in one's work.
Unlike you, I'm in a better place this year than last - but you have my real sympathy.