Today me and my coursemates invaded a school. Metaphorically of course, we had the bad kind of school trip (one where you go into school not far away from school). We all devised brilliant games involving fractions. Me and my Study Group colleague came up with the genius idea of "Fraction Busters" (okay, she thought of it, I just nodded at all the right moments): a sadistic maths version of the popular TV quiz show, "Blockbusters". Unfortunately the cultural reference was lost on the pupils who thought of Blockbuster as the place to get DVDs from.

Note for the future: Don't make references in class to gameshows created before the pupils were born.

From feeling really quite old (all of 21 years of age) in my final year as an undergraduate, I'm suddenly a little baby cast into a scary PGCE world where my peers have "husbands", "wives", "partners" or "children" (the little things that make a lot of noise). I didn't expect everyone to be straight out of university, but nevertheless it's something of a culture shock seeing as the most important things in my life are ordering that new CD from amazon or watching Hollyoaks. I'm guessing this means it's time to be a grown up. Damn!

We have to write letters to our mentors. Oh, surely this should be no problem for an accomplished (ahem) blogger. Yeah right! How am I supposed to write four, maybe even five whole paragraphs without using phrases like "Yeah right!" I can't go four lines without some attempt at a gag.

To keep up the balance: "What did the biscuit say when it got run over? Crumbs".

It's the curse of the blogger.

Apparently it's not possible for to become a good teacher simply by copying tried and tested techniques.

Rats.

Plan B it is then.

Went to a talk by the people from IT services. This included encouraging people not to look at "inappropriate material" (low quality on line wool sellers?) or eat in the computer rooms. The reason for this was that the next person to use the computer wouldn't want a sticky keyboard. Priceless. genuine proof that there are people out there who are just like spoof characters from a Peter Kay show.

After applying through GTTR I enrolled for my PGCE where I was told about QTS and TDA, handed in a form for the CRB, filled one in for the TTA (having sent one to the SLC from the LEA), got my NUS card and joined the NUT, ATL and the NASUWT.

It made me VC (Very Confused not Viat Cong).