I taught my first lessons at my second placement school today. I was astounded by how good the pupils were. Even without the regular class teacher in the room my Year 7s were little angles. Presumably this is because they've been well trained - let's see what I can do to undo all that good work.

The only trouble I can see with this is that horrible pupils make life so much more interesting - how am I supposed to blog about lesson after lesson with hardworking children? I doubt anyone would be very interested in reading about the time one of the pupils dropped a pencil ont he floor and couldn't find it for three whole seconds, or the pupil who held the door open for me as I entered the classroom or the time I told the class to settle down and... they did. Gasp!

The most notable 'incident' was a Year 8 offering me a bet on the outcome of a very important forthcoming football match. I thought Christians didn't gamble?

I was at a party at a village hall on Saturday and the DJ played that godawful 'Working Nine til Five' song. The irony of the situation was just delicious. I couldn't help but sing (inside my head of course) 'working nine til half three'. It was made evn better by the fact that the place was full of student types - the DJ must have had a strange sense of humour.