Hehe

Okay, so it's probably not real, but I still giggled. But maybe that's because I tired and not think ing straight.

'a man of wealth and taste'

Well I'm not sure about the taste part, but the Rolling Stones sure have wealth.

I went to their concert on Tuesday night. It was bloody brilliant. Mick Jagger is 63 and is a lot fitter then the 23-year-olds I know. He ran up and down an enormous stage throughout the whole night and still managed to sing effortlessly. For a man who lived as hell-bound as he has, it is amazing he is still alive, let alone prancing around the stage like a boy of 17. It makes you wonder really; what determines if, and how, we survive? Mick and the other Stones did enough drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and sex to put rockers these days to shame. In theory they should be dead, dying or at least debilitated in some way or another. Yet they live on as strong as their music.
It's crazy I tells ya.

p.s The other thing that is crazy is the layout of my blog at the moment, I don't know what's going on.

It's Official

Genius You scored 97% Intelligence!

You are exceptionally intelligent, or have an abnormal aptitude for 'intelligence' tests

This test tracked 1 variable. How the score compared to the other people's: Higher than 87% on Intelligence

Link: The Intelligence Test written by slf67 on Ok Cupid

Holidays!

It's not that I don't like my job, but it really is good to get away from students for two weeks. This week has been an uphill battle; the students are tired, grumpy, yet also hyperactive, which makes me just tired. I don’t even have enough energy to be grumpy. Between breaking up fights, holding detentions, chasing kids who let off stink bombs, confiscating phones, ipods, acorns, rubber bands and spit-ball shooters, and explaining to young people why they shouldn’t swear at other people; you find the actual teaching part sometimes comes secondary.
I feel this break is well earned. Teachers get a lot of hassles for having as much time off as they do, and I’m definitely not saying that it is too little – yes, we do get a very good deal when it comes to paid leave. However I firmly believe that we earn it. The average secondary school teacher works an average of 50 hours a week. That is throughout a year, so holidays are included in that. We also get paid very little for having spent four years at university. And it is NOT an easy job. There are very few occupations where one has to deal with so little respect from people. Has to shout to get attention, constantly tell people off, have people tell you that everything sucks and/or is gay. Everyone knows that teenagers are a pain at the best of times, try sticking 30 of them into a small room and keep them quiet sometime, it’s not an easy feat.

Yet in a strange way I love it. I find humour is the best strategy, if you can laugh with them and at yourself you will have a hell of a lot more fun.
At the end of the day, when a student comes up and thanks you for a lesson or tells you that your class is ‘cool’ it is all worth it.

So that's why my favourite colour is green…

Spurred by an unquenchable jealousy Luke and I have started to make plans to follow in Michelle’s footsteps, strides that will take us to the other side of the planet. The plan was hatched over brunch this morning; the arrival time in Heathrow airport will be March 2008. That gives us just under 2 years to save, which is a fair amount of time, and I will have qualified for full teacher registration. At the moment we only intend to stay for a year. It will be easy for me to get teaching work in the UK and Luke is a British citizen so that will be in his favour.

Therefore the only possible obstacles that could arise are:

- We aren’t able to live stringently enough to save the money
- We break up (I of course would still go)
- Pregnancy – God forbid
- Extreme terrorist activity.

So, Costi you have to stay over there till then. Kate and Mike should also be over that way at that time too. Speaking of Kate – I know you are reading this Kate and it is about time you commented on something. Don’t be afraid, the first time is always awkward and even a little painful but pleasure from the act will come in time.

Of course, all of this means that I will have to cut back on shopping. Since I have been employed a previously hidden obsession for new clothes and shoes has surfaced.

Adios. Kate – comment!