In my last post I wrote about the deputy head coming to observe me teaching my foundation year tens, a class that I really like. Unfortunately it turns out that she can't make that time slot so is now observing me teaching my higher year tens who hate my guts.

Rats.

So of my lessons tomorrow I have a lesson for a class that I spent hours planning thinking it'd be observed, a lesson for my year sevens that I had a flash of inspiration for two hours ago so is now all-singing-all-dancing, a computer lesson for my year eights - always nice and easy, and a really crappy dull lesson with a class I have an atrocious relationship with that is the only one anyone will see.

Oh dear - I'm not sure I'm looking forward to tomorrow that much.