Well I’m back in school now, and have actually taught today at last. I hate it when the return to the new term starts with inset training days and admin, because I can find I start the year thinking I don’t like my job any more.
But actually, I love it! I had year 4 this afternoon and they are delightful and keen and imaginative.
So I’m settling back into the routine again. Had a very full day at the School of Art in Birmingham yesterday, taking in the MA show (my turn next year) and catching up on the gossip, and exchanging library books, meeting friends for lunch. Felt like a reunion.
The pattern of my week frustrates me sometimes though. My day off is Tuesday, but after being in Margaret St all Wednesday, my mind is abuzz with everything, so I never sleep well on Wednesday nights, then all the ideas I’ve had have to wait till the weekend to be sifted and thought about, sketched and noted.
The list of things to think about is somewhat eclectic: mp3 players, wireless headphones, spiral staircases, chests of drawers, bonnets, quilts and cotton wool, music downloads, waltzes, ticking clocks and snippy scissors.
