After such a miserable day yesterday I faced my arch-nemisis day; on Wednesdays I have no frees, I have a duty at break and run a lunctime club - it's a bit too much to be honest. I felt so tense about it that I was throwing up in the toilet whilst I was supposed to be on my way to briefing. Oh dear, this isn't how things were supposed to be.

Fortunately I managed to to make my way to briefing in the nick of time and avoided to shame of arriving late. Unfortunately I also caught a look of myself in the mirror whilst washing my hands: I looked awful. I hadn't got much sleep at night so had bags under my eyes, add to that the nausic-chic and a feeling of total inadequacy, and I'd arrived at the effect of looking like I'd made my way to work by being blasted there by a cannon.

Somehow I battled my way through the day: my year tens who'd I'd been observed with yesterday were as tough as ever, but I think I know how to win now. If I can be polite and calm no matter what they throw at me then I'll have something to feel proud about come the end of the year. And my other lessons went okay - my year eights were awesome at solving equations: they've pissed me off soemtimes but I'm really starting to like that class. Before I knew it I'd made it through to the end.

The highlight of the day was tackling some pupils in the playground. They'd dropped some litter and were blaming each other when I'd asked them to pick it up. Here we go I thought, another hopeless battle where nobody listens to me. I was on my way to the main office and would be coming back past in a minute so I told them that I would be back in one minute and between them they had to have the litter in the bin when I did. One minute later and I walked past to see a clear floor and the pupils politely telling me that they'd put the liter in it's rightful place.

I love it when they do what i ask.