Back to HIM, kk, I had a visit from the chief sawbones yesterday and he said I will not be able to do anything above the HIM distance because the marathon is too much for my prosthetic hip. Why do people speak in negatives? What he really said is I can race up to HIM distance, hurray!
Iw, that's good news, I'll say again I think it's a great distance.
I'm not going to talk about poo today. Plans have changed a bit, my friend needs a bit of moral support so I'm going into town with her, long story about a Macbook.
Good news BI
Did my relay Monday. Didn't get lost. Only 2 strops. Winner.
Good stuff Iw !
As I was standing by a car park looking at my map trying to suss out if I was going the right way, a man came out of the car park and said 'are you doing the real relay? Can I shake your hand'
Was quite funny, I was in the middle of nowhere really.
I also got offered a lift by a journalist who was doing a piece on it. I said no, because well the whole point of the bloody thing is that you run it!
Lift from a journalist, they seem to have missed the point.
Mad, so sorry about your cat, I was in bits when we lost Homer last year.
Sorry, was trying to update the school website with limited software. All sorted thanks to the FB group.
Right, went to E's parents evening and was told that she's a really strong candidate for the grammar school. She's performing well above the average of kids at the end of year 6 and she's year 5.
However, in my mind that doesn't mean that I'm automatically going to assume that the grammar school is the best place for my child. But we will put her in for the 11+, she's not been intensively tutored like even the brightest kids have been round here, actually she's not been tutored at all. As soon as something becomes the 'middle class thing to do', I reject it completely.
We will do some work on time management in exams and non verbal reasoning etc... But just us going through the books, making it fun, no pressure.
Interviewing all day, hayfever from hell. Bleurgh...
Also I now realise that my thighs couldn't crack a jellybaby let alone a walnut. My long forgotten horse riding muscles are complaining.
There we go, 'specificity' in training rears its head.
I blame the horse for being fat.
(Am I allowed to say that?)
Only if you are prepared to pay for the horses counselling.
What a day, wish I could talk about it but confidential so I'll just tell Cole.
An aside, someone told me my kid was a genius today. There's a woman who comes in to the school to give all the individual music lessons. She's completely fucking barmy in a very funny and good way. Seriously bonkers and very passionate about music and a talented musician.The kids adore her.
She came and without any holding back told me that I HAVE to PURSUE littlest's musical talent. HAVE TO! SHE HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL
This sounds bad, but I haven't really taken much notice of what the girls have been doing re music, we have a keyboard and recorders at home and a good supply of earplugs.
I'm very amused by this, I'm not a pushy parent and neither do I think my kids are special in any wider context. However J is showing an aptitude for dance, sport and music and so we've arranged for her to start flute lessons. D's parents very generously are buying her a flute for her birthday and my parents will pay for the lessons.
I think it's all worth it just to have contact with the peripheral music teacher, I love the way she's so off the wall and that passion is really rubbing off on all the kids in the orchestra. Having been watching the candidates for the KS2 job teach in their interview today has reminded me of how much teaching is about imparting passion in the facilitation of learning. I did my time at the chalk face and don't miss day to day teaching BUT watching other people, I'm so guilty of wanting to jump in and take the kids off on an adventure. I miss those really good times when you're just having a ball in the classroom. Just ditch the lesson plan and take it where the kids imagination goes... But I can say that with experience.
Wax on, wax off, log off, log on (not talking about having your daily shit with the newspaper and a cup of tea),
I think after my brain farts on here for many years, good and bad. No-one steps outside what they perceive as 'acceptable' in this environment, it's like grown adults going back to the playground and their self worth is their online persona. Period.
Date with the horse this morning.
Hugs, it's horrible to lose a pet.
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