It's been one of those days that's left me wondering if anyone - including myself, in fact mainly myself - thinks before opening their mouth.
At about quarter past eight I came across a very early pupil getting something from their locker. I don't know the girl particularly well and was very confused when she told me that crazy people walk. I took a moment to ponder this, was it some philosophical statement, was she infering that we should never give up on things and walk away? After looking at her like an alien for around ten seconds it dawned on me that she was soaking wet and meant that walking to school on a rainy day isn't the smartest move. I'm guessing the reason she was so early was due to her running all the way from her house.
In period one I accidentally called one pupil 'a little short'. He was writing an answer on his whiteboard and I told him he was a little short. What I meant was that his answer was slightly less than it should have been but it just came out wrong.
By break I'd managed to describe a girl in year ten as fat. I was being quizzed by some of my pupils if I knew their friends. In trying to prove that I did they were asking me if one particular person was fat or thin. I said 'no they're not fat', but in such a manner as to imply that they're not exactly thin either. Which is true I guess but what I meant was that they're of an average sort of build but was struggling to find the words to say that. I could hardly say that they've got a nice figure, I could get sacked for that.
I'm glad it's nearly the end of term if I'm getting myself all tongue-tied. Thankfully I'm not the only teacher suffering from verbal meltdown as a colleague explained to me that a set of tests were printed on paper. My comment that they weren't going to be on slate wasn't appreciated.
