Rubbish

One woman's rubbish is another woman's piece of art. (Or in this case one woman's rubbish is the same woman's piece of art). This is some wrapping left over from my birthday. I liked the highlights and the lines but in hindsight I think it might be a bit dull.

Today I successfully survived a whole hour with a year 8 boy who has managed to master the art of farting at will and has an inability to remain quiet when working in silence for a whole lesson. I consider this to be a victory for all teachers.

Happy Friday everyone.

P.S. I said, 'No thank you' to the job offer. That's the fifth job I've turned down since leaving my previous school in August.