half term.

Half term holidays. Invented for the ease and convenience of the teacher, so that he or she may catch up with the mountain of marking from the previous six weeks and bin/set fire to all the stuff that was marked urgent a few weeks previously. In no other profession is it easier to understand how the tomorrow we worry about today will itself become today: In other words, if it really is urgent, it will make itself utterly bloody obvious, and the rest is just bollocks.
I have been in work today, and amazingly found myself with very little of the bin/burn variety. instead, I have been developing Blended Learning material using the Blackboard Platform - that is, gap fills via the interweb thingy - and pushing onwards with my studies. Actually, I am very much in favour of using IT in class, as it's engaging and fun, and means you can recycle tons of stuff ad nauseam once you've put the initial legwork in. I don't particularly like Blackboard, which is a very dated piece of software, but until my educational establishment stops paying for the licence, it's what we've got.

I wouldn't say bad hair day...more flat hair day.

I had only the one lesson today, and while it was OK, I didn't really enjoy it. It hung off its foundations like a 20-year-old's clothes off a 70-year-old's body. It was my upper intermediate class, and we were looking at the perennial fun favourites of relative clauses and present and past participles. Whoo. I didn't do any pyrotechnics this time round - I just didn't feel up to any, for some reason.
The evening saw me handing out information and smiles to potential students, most of whom wanted either ESOL or something more intangible - something to remove their ennui, perhaps.