Today must have been one of the strangest days. No, not really. It was a fairly ordinary day. I went to work, sat at a lecture. A woman lectured about student progress documentation. I got the same feeling as always: one of extreme inadequacy. I'd love to see a debate between a representative for the Department of Education and a teacher's union rep. There's just no way in hell any teacher could do all the things they say we should. No time. Dep of E's response: GET IT DONE!
We had lunch at the kebab place, because Johan with whom I worked last year was back for the day. The people at the kebab place know what he wants before he orders. It was tasty as usual - their sauce is excellent. Halfway through my meal I saw a dead wasp in my sauce. I didn't want to offend anyone or spoil the mood, so I just moved it to my garlic sauce. I finished the plate after that. Then I was a bit grossed out.
In the afternoon we worked on self assessment grids for the kiddies. Boring. I finished the day at work with some table tennis with Johan. I suck, so I suggested playing left handed AND Chinese style (different grip). I won!
When I got home (instead of attending the Welcome Back From Your Vacation Party at work), Marta and Polly were happy to see me. And I was very happy to see them. I thought this entry would end here, but as I was writing, I heard the familiar sounds of the ice-cream van (Hemglass) outside. With no time to lose, I grapped some cash out of Marta's purse and darted out in my blue scrubs. Now the neighbourhood thinks I work at a hospital. Well, I suppose that's better than having them know the truth - that I'm slightly mad.
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PS. I didn't eat the garlic sauce, or the wasp. That would have been nasty and/or insane. And also a bit dangerous.
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