HA! Over two months since my last post. I knew I'd be inconsistent with my blogging but I wasn't quite thinking I'd be this inconsistent. Thing is, I'm not even sorry. Teaching is BLOODY HARD WORK, and I don't always find time to click on my little 'Blogger' tab at the top of my screen and tap away something half interesting into this box for you to read. That's life though.
I'm three days (three days!) away from finishing my first term as an NQT. D'ya know how that feels? Pretty good tbh. I mean, it's pretty good but I'm also absolutely effing exhausted. Like, properly. I went to Harrogate to do some Christmas shopping with my Mum and sister at the weekend and I fell asleep leaning against a mirror in the middle of M&S. I am not joking.
Last time I updated you all it was because we were midway through our Ofsted inspection. I am DELIGHTED to tell you that we ended up with a "Good" result off the back of that. Considering the school had been put on "Requires Improvement" for the last two inspections - this was exactly the news we needed and had been hoping for and working towards. It was incredibly well deserved. I know I've technically only worked for the school for four months, but I've been involved within the school I work for over the course of the last eight years - I've seen what it has been, I've watched how it has improved, and I can see a massive amount of improvements and progress from that start point. The result we got was so deserved.
This is literally just a quick check-in post. I'm still here, I'm still surviving (just). I've been told by the cleaning staff that I am definitely the teacher that puts the most hours in - at least in school time... They should know, they have to kick me out of the building every single night... But don't worry - my #worklifebalance is alright. I might do a shit load of hours within the school building itself but when I get home I do literally nothing.
...Generally because within an hour of getting in my front door I've fallen asleep on the sofa clutching half a glass of sauvignon blanc.
Some things never change.
Anyway. I'm still here. I'm still teaching. I'm still exhausted. I promise I will try and post more often in the new year... It's just y'know - kids to teach and all that jazz.
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13 December 2016
2 October 2016
Sunday Night Blues?
Oh hey! Remember when I started this blog and I said I'd be inconsistent and crap at posting regularly? Told you so! This is literally the first opportunity I've had to even open Blogger lately, and considering when I had Life by LDE I'd check it about twenty times a day, that's pretty weird. My whole idea of what blogging is about has changed - and for me, it's definitely for the better.
On Life by LDE I would write a weekly "Reasons to Smile" list. I used to say five things every week that had kept me happy. Generally, I'm a pretty happy person - so this was never difficult. People used to tell me that they knew the weekend was over because my Sunday post went live, and they read it religiously. Today - being a Sunday - I'm having a bit of a mope and I am missing my old blog. I Googled myself earlier (shut up, you do it too) and a few of my old bloggy snaps came up in the results, where my posts have been shared by other companies I worked with - and it made me feel massively nostalgic and ALL the feels came flooding back.
Life by LDE isn't live any more, but it's still there. I can still see it. For the first time in aaaages I clicked back onto it this afternoon and I felt this swell of emotion. I used to pour my heart and soul into that little online space. I didn't give a shit if I made any money from my blog, but I'd do everything in my power to write at least twice a week. I worked with some amazing companies, I had some fabulous opportunities and I met some of the most kind-hearted and wonderful people through Life by LDE and it was a massive part of my life for four and a half years.
I'm tempted (very tempted) to bring it back. Not to update, not to share anything on - but just because I love it so much. And I invested so much of my time into it, I just feel saddened that it's no longer available. I don't really know what to do with it really, it just seems a massive shame that it doesn't appear to be a part of me any more. If that makes sense?
ANYWAY. I'm only really writing this because I've got two stacks of Y9 books to mark and I haven't really looked at them since I brought them in from the car on Friday. This weekend I've had two (rather heavy) nights out and lunch with a friend today... So I'm afraid marking/planning/making PowerPoints just hasn't been anywhere near the top of my priority list. This weekend I definitely made up for the "life" part of my non-existent "work/life balance".
So that's me cracking on. A Sunday night post with a twist I guess. Feeling a tad nostalgic shall we say? Right. Marking. See ya.
On Life by LDE I would write a weekly "Reasons to Smile" list. I used to say five things every week that had kept me happy. Generally, I'm a pretty happy person - so this was never difficult. People used to tell me that they knew the weekend was over because my Sunday post went live, and they read it religiously. Today - being a Sunday - I'm having a bit of a mope and I am missing my old blog. I Googled myself earlier (shut up, you do it too) and a few of my old bloggy snaps came up in the results, where my posts have been shared by other companies I worked with - and it made me feel massively nostalgic and ALL the feels came flooding back.
Life by LDE isn't live any more, but it's still there. I can still see it. For the first time in aaaages I clicked back onto it this afternoon and I felt this swell of emotion. I used to pour my heart and soul into that little online space. I didn't give a shit if I made any money from my blog, but I'd do everything in my power to write at least twice a week. I worked with some amazing companies, I had some fabulous opportunities and I met some of the most kind-hearted and wonderful people through Life by LDE and it was a massive part of my life for four and a half years.
I'm tempted (very tempted) to bring it back. Not to update, not to share anything on - but just because I love it so much. And I invested so much of my time into it, I just feel saddened that it's no longer available. I don't really know what to do with it really, it just seems a massive shame that it doesn't appear to be a part of me any more. If that makes sense?
ANYWAY. I'm only really writing this because I've got two stacks of Y9 books to mark and I haven't really looked at them since I brought them in from the car on Friday. This weekend I've had two (rather heavy) nights out and lunch with a friend today... So I'm afraid marking/planning/making PowerPoints just hasn't been anywhere near the top of my priority list. This weekend I definitely made up for the "life" part of my non-existent "work/life balance".
So that's me cracking on. A Sunday night post with a twist I guess. Feeling a tad nostalgic shall we say? Right. Marking. See ya.
17 September 2016
The First Fortnight
This was definitely supposed to be published last Friday and be called "The First Week", then I was going to do it on Saturday... Then on Sunday - instead, I've waited until the following weekend to do it because urm... My life just got pretty bloody hectic. This is one of *them* blog posts without a plan or agenda, it's just a blaaaaah and me getting my thoughts out. So I apologise in advance if it's half incoherent ramblings. That's what I'm like in real life too lately, so get used to it.
My job is ace.
Like, properly ace.
I'm a Y7 form tutor. That means I got to spend a load of time in the first couple of days just getting to know the 29 kids in 7A and telling them all about the school. It's a time for reading through planners and finding out where classrooms are, and getting to know the members of the form. My form are all awesome. I'm not even saying that just because I have to. I genuinely think I've got an amazing little bunch of kids and I cannot wait to see how their high school journey continues.
On the first day, I asked them to write "a letter to my future self", this is something I'm planning on holding onto until they are in their last day in Y11 - in 2021. YEP. 2021. Seriously. Basically, the school knew exactly what they were doing when they handed me a Y7 form, because I'm so committed to them that I really want to stay with them the whole way through school!
I've finally got my timetable. It's a bit scary. I've got days where I'm teaching the full six lesson days - this is something I've never had before and I'll tell you what - it's bloody knackering. I do, however, also have a pretty good day which includes three free periods. Obviously a "free" in the teacher world is not free time. It's planning/marking/resourcing time. Still, I'm incredibly glad of it!
I'm also teaching Tech subjects that aren't necessarily my first choice or specialism - however, I'm learning all of the skills needed to teach them from a teacher in my department with over thirty years experience, and a technician who works tirelessly in the department to make things flow smoothly. We have an awesome team, I have to say - and funnily enough, we're the only all-female faculty in the school. That's pretty cool - we all equally love being organised and making spreadsheets and stuff. Such nerd. Much teacher.
So yep, I'm two weeks in. I've had evenings already where I've been so tired after teaching all day and trying to get my head around new schemes and projects whilst making seating plans and trying to eat my tea AND learning how to make fancy stitching work on a sewing machine... That I've already cried. Not out of being upset - not by a long shot - just out of sheer frustration that I can't do everything at once. That's just something I'm starting to get used to though. It's a case of taking the important tasks first, breaking them down and then actually coming up with a manageable plan of action.
Note to self: YOU CANNOT DO EVERYTHING. Please stop trying.
Having had since the beginning of June off teaching and getting thrown back in at the deep end in September was never going to be easy. I'm still finding it hard. I haven't even worked out when I can get my marking done yet - there are three big boxes of books currently sitting on the floor next to my desk and I will get around to them this weekend! At the end of my PGCE placements I was still only working to a 60% timetable, the NQT timetable jumps up to 90%... So it's a pretty hefty chunk of teaching time that's been added on - it's only natural that it will take some time to adjust!
BUT I've started, the ball is rolling. I'm absolutely loving it. I nearly forgot how amazing it feels to be up in front of a class of kids, talking about something you love and watching them cogs turning in their minds whilst they learn something new.
My favourite thing so far though? It's being a form tutor. I genuinely got a bit emotional yesterday because I was sat chatting with my form and realised just how awesome they all are and how much they've already grown up in the space of a fortnight.
Anyway. I've turned to my blog because of a case of severe procrastination. I need to plan, I need to mark, I need to make some resources and I desperately need to finish a GCSE Scheme of Work that I started in the summer holidays and have not yet finished. HA.
There will be many more rambly updates over the coming weeks, I'm sure. I'd apologise but I don't really care what you think so nah.
My job is ace.
Like, properly ace.
I'm a Y7 form tutor. That means I got to spend a load of time in the first couple of days just getting to know the 29 kids in 7A and telling them all about the school. It's a time for reading through planners and finding out where classrooms are, and getting to know the members of the form. My form are all awesome. I'm not even saying that just because I have to. I genuinely think I've got an amazing little bunch of kids and I cannot wait to see how their high school journey continues.
On the first day, I asked them to write "a letter to my future self", this is something I'm planning on holding onto until they are in their last day in Y11 - in 2021. YEP. 2021. Seriously. Basically, the school knew exactly what they were doing when they handed me a Y7 form, because I'm so committed to them that I really want to stay with them the whole way through school!
I've finally got my timetable. It's a bit scary. I've got days where I'm teaching the full six lesson days - this is something I've never had before and I'll tell you what - it's bloody knackering. I do, however, also have a pretty good day which includes three free periods. Obviously a "free" in the teacher world is not free time. It's planning/marking/resourcing time. Still, I'm incredibly glad of it!
I'm also teaching Tech subjects that aren't necessarily my first choice or specialism - however, I'm learning all of the skills needed to teach them from a teacher in my department with over thirty years experience, and a technician who works tirelessly in the department to make things flow smoothly. We have an awesome team, I have to say - and funnily enough, we're the only all-female faculty in the school. That's pretty cool - we all equally love being organised and making spreadsheets and stuff. Such nerd. Much teacher.
So yep, I'm two weeks in. I've had evenings already where I've been so tired after teaching all day and trying to get my head around new schemes and projects whilst making seating plans and trying to eat my tea AND learning how to make fancy stitching work on a sewing machine... That I've already cried. Not out of being upset - not by a long shot - just out of sheer frustration that I can't do everything at once. That's just something I'm starting to get used to though. It's a case of taking the important tasks first, breaking them down and then actually coming up with a manageable plan of action.
Note to self: YOU CANNOT DO EVERYTHING. Please stop trying.
Having had since the beginning of June off teaching and getting thrown back in at the deep end in September was never going to be easy. I'm still finding it hard. I haven't even worked out when I can get my marking done yet - there are three big boxes of books currently sitting on the floor next to my desk and I will get around to them this weekend! At the end of my PGCE placements I was still only working to a 60% timetable, the NQT timetable jumps up to 90%... So it's a pretty hefty chunk of teaching time that's been added on - it's only natural that it will take some time to adjust!
BUT I've started, the ball is rolling. I'm absolutely loving it. I nearly forgot how amazing it feels to be up in front of a class of kids, talking about something you love and watching them cogs turning in their minds whilst they learn something new.
My favourite thing so far though? It's being a form tutor. I genuinely got a bit emotional yesterday because I was sat chatting with my form and realised just how awesome they all are and how much they've already grown up in the space of a fortnight.
Anyway. I've turned to my blog because of a case of severe procrastination. I need to plan, I need to mark, I need to make some resources and I desperately need to finish a GCSE Scheme of Work that I started in the summer holidays and have not yet finished. HA.
There will be many more rambly updates over the coming weeks, I'm sure. I'd apologise but I don't really care what you think so nah.
18 August 2016
How I Know I'm Getting Old
Excuse the title of this blog post, as I am well aware that at the age of 25 I am not considered remotely 'old'... However, there are plenty of reasons that I have to believe that I behave in ways possibly considered not normal for my age group, I mean it's not like I've started cracking out the Werther's Originals just yet, but these reasons of course I am happy to share with you.
I'm thrilled by new tea towels
I'm not joking. This week I spent a whole £10 on brand new tea towels and I literally cannot begin to describe how happy these pieces of cloth have made me. They're just so soft!
A cup of tea is the ultimate 'oh yes'
You know that sexually gratified sigh you sometimes make when something is *really* good. Yeah, that sound for me is reserved for a simple cup of tea. (Yorkshire Tea, mind - don't try give me any of this other crap...) Leave the teabag in for long enough for it to brew properly then add in the smallest splash of milk and you've got me exactly where you want me. Oh baby.
I listen to music now and I'm like WTF
Don't get me wrong, my go-to radio station in the car is Radio 1, and that ultimately deems me still a cool human being, but I'm not gonna lie - sometimes they'll play a song and I'm like "Seriously?! This is MUSIC?!" ...I mean don't get me wrong I'm all down for rapping along with Eminem and Macklemore like an absolute boss but I don't have a clue what's going on when it's this grime rap stuff. Somebody stick me some Radio 2 on and I'll understand again?
The most exciting part of a night out is the before and the after
Seriously. There's the 'before' part of the night that involves the getting ready - the outfit planning and the make-up putting on bit; y'know the contouring and highlighting and decided what shape your brows will be that night bit. Then there's about 5-8 shitty hours in between where you're stood waiting at bars for hours on end holding a crisp £20 note in your hand, whilst getting your arse groped by strangers... Then there's the 'after' part of the night when you're stood in your local takeaway getting a kebab and cheesy chips just thinking about how good it's going to be when you kick them heels off, and how comfy your bed is gonna be when you get in.
Seriously. The 'before' and 'after' parts of a night out are the effing BEST. I don't care who you are.
I hate clubs
This kind of links into the above, but clubs are just absolutely crap - unless it's like a 'Reflex' style club or like the bottom floor of Rosie's in Chester (niche, I know) - but basically, unless they're playing the ultimate tunes of the 80's/90's then I am not interested. I'd 100% rather be in a bar or a pub, sat having a natter than in sweaty club, attempting to shout over the absolutely shite music and paying three times what I'd like to pay for a mojito, thanks.
Shopping. Get in. Get Out. Get done.
I can't even begin to tell you how much I used to love shopping, FOR HOURS. I'd literally need to buy nothing and yet I'd manage to spend six hours in the White Rose Shopping Centre just browsing. Ain't NOBODY got time for that these days. These days it's like a snatch and grab. Get in, get out, make sure you've got everything you need, check for survivors, etc.
New bedding is THE BEST
Don't tell me you don't appreciate the simple gratification that comes with freshly laundered duvet covers. Sliding yourself into bed when the covers are clean (and you have shaven legs, ideally) is the BEST FEELING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD EVER.
I no longer understand Internet trends
Remember when it was just #YOLO and #JustSayin', a bit of LOL and ROFL? Hahahahah the golden era of Internet slang and acronyms. Now it's all ygm, af, bae and the frog/coffee emoji combo. I am so unashamed to admit that I've had to Urban Dictionary at least three times about what certain slang terms mean... And at least once I've still been completely clueless afterwards. Like, is this it? Do I have to start buying slip-on shoes now?
Speaking of slip-on shoes...
I recently bought a pair of Skechers
For comfort purposes only. When I went to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival, I knew I'd be doing a hell of a lot of walking and I didn't want to be crying about my feet hurting. I legit bought some slip-on Skechers and I WAS SO COMFY FOR THE WHOLE WEEK. I have no regrets. It's not like I've got the stage of buying Crocs yet or anything #sorrynotsorry.
Facebook is the DEVIL
I confess, I'm still ridiculously into Facebook and I post probably way more than I should for a 25 year old human being - however, Facebook is also a constant reminder that you're way 'behind' other people who were in your year at school/same graduating year at university because they've already got two kids and another one on the way... Or they just got engaged after spending a whole summer travelling Europe! Yaaaaaay....
And by 'yaaaaay', I mean 'urghhh' - just do one will you?
Getting ID-ed is the best feeling in the world
I'm pretty sure when I was 17 and I got ID-ed, it was the end of the world. It meant whichever club I was attempting to get into was completely impossible for the rest of the night and undoubtedly ruined my entire evening. However, now with 'Challenge 25' or whatever it's called in full force, it means that sometimes I'm still lucky enough to look younger than my age - and I get asked for ID and it's BLISSFUL to pass over that driving licence with a smug expression on my face like 'yes, serve me this alcohol woman...'
I own a pair of slippers
Not only do I own a pair (okay... Three pairs) of slippers... I also take them places with me - like when I go around to my friends house for tea/drinks - yeah I take my slippers with me. I'll also take my pyjama bottoms with me - because you're having a laugh if you think I'm spending the entire night in my jeans... As soon as I say hiya and grace their threshold, my pyjama bottoms are being unravelled and I am getting myself comfy. I don't care what you say.
And last but not least...
I don't have time for your shit any more
D'ya know when I was younger, and if I fancied you - I'd put up with all sorts of crap just to get to see you/talk to you again... Nowadays I don't hang about. If you wanted to see me, you'd make an effort to see me/talk to me... Otherwise, nah you're alright bro. I haven't got time for your crap any more - I'm an adult now, I've got loads of stuff going on in my life. Make an effort will you?
So anyway... That's why I know I'm getting old now. There's probably one million other reasons that I could come up with - except I've had a bottle of Prosecco and quite a few beers tonight so I can't quite think them up...
Let me know if you can think of any others though. I like knowing other people feel old as well as me, it makes me feel better.
I'm thrilled by new tea towels
I'm not joking. This week I spent a whole £10 on brand new tea towels and I literally cannot begin to describe how happy these pieces of cloth have made me. They're just so soft!
A cup of tea is the ultimate 'oh yes'
You know that sexually gratified sigh you sometimes make when something is *really* good. Yeah, that sound for me is reserved for a simple cup of tea. (Yorkshire Tea, mind - don't try give me any of this other crap...) Leave the teabag in for long enough for it to brew properly then add in the smallest splash of milk and you've got me exactly where you want me. Oh baby.
I listen to music now and I'm like WTF
Don't get me wrong, my go-to radio station in the car is Radio 1, and that ultimately deems me still a cool human being, but I'm not gonna lie - sometimes they'll play a song and I'm like "Seriously?! This is MUSIC?!" ...I mean don't get me wrong I'm all down for rapping along with Eminem and Macklemore like an absolute boss but I don't have a clue what's going on when it's this grime rap stuff. Somebody stick me some Radio 2 on and I'll understand again?
The most exciting part of a night out is the before and the after
Seriously. There's the 'before' part of the night that involves the getting ready - the outfit planning and the make-up putting on bit; y'know the contouring and highlighting and decided what shape your brows will be that night bit. Then there's about 5-8 shitty hours in between where you're stood waiting at bars for hours on end holding a crisp £20 note in your hand, whilst getting your arse groped by strangers... Then there's the 'after' part of the night when you're stood in your local takeaway getting a kebab and cheesy chips just thinking about how good it's going to be when you kick them heels off, and how comfy your bed is gonna be when you get in.
Seriously. The 'before' and 'after' parts of a night out are the effing BEST. I don't care who you are.
I hate clubs
This kind of links into the above, but clubs are just absolutely crap - unless it's like a 'Reflex' style club or like the bottom floor of Rosie's in Chester (niche, I know) - but basically, unless they're playing the ultimate tunes of the 80's/90's then I am not interested. I'd 100% rather be in a bar or a pub, sat having a natter than in sweaty club, attempting to shout over the absolutely shite music and paying three times what I'd like to pay for a mojito, thanks.
Shopping. Get in. Get Out. Get done.
I can't even begin to tell you how much I used to love shopping, FOR HOURS. I'd literally need to buy nothing and yet I'd manage to spend six hours in the White Rose Shopping Centre just browsing. Ain't NOBODY got time for that these days. These days it's like a snatch and grab. Get in, get out, make sure you've got everything you need, check for survivors, etc.
New bedding is THE BEST
Don't tell me you don't appreciate the simple gratification that comes with freshly laundered duvet covers. Sliding yourself into bed when the covers are clean (and you have shaven legs, ideally) is the BEST FEELING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD EVER.
I no longer understand Internet trends
Remember when it was just #YOLO and #JustSayin', a bit of LOL and ROFL? Hahahahah the golden era of Internet slang and acronyms. Now it's all ygm, af, bae and the frog/coffee emoji combo. I am so unashamed to admit that I've had to Urban Dictionary at least three times about what certain slang terms mean... And at least once I've still been completely clueless afterwards. Like, is this it? Do I have to start buying slip-on shoes now?
Speaking of slip-on shoes...
I recently bought a pair of Skechers
For comfort purposes only. When I went to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival, I knew I'd be doing a hell of a lot of walking and I didn't want to be crying about my feet hurting. I legit bought some slip-on Skechers and I WAS SO COMFY FOR THE WHOLE WEEK. I have no regrets. It's not like I've got the stage of buying Crocs yet or anything #sorrynotsorry.
Facebook is the DEVIL
I confess, I'm still ridiculously into Facebook and I post probably way more than I should for a 25 year old human being - however, Facebook is also a constant reminder that you're way 'behind' other people who were in your year at school/same graduating year at university because they've already got two kids and another one on the way... Or they just got engaged after spending a whole summer travelling Europe! Yaaaaaay....
And by 'yaaaaay', I mean 'urghhh' - just do one will you?
Getting ID-ed is the best feeling in the world
I'm pretty sure when I was 17 and I got ID-ed, it was the end of the world. It meant whichever club I was attempting to get into was completely impossible for the rest of the night and undoubtedly ruined my entire evening. However, now with 'Challenge 25' or whatever it's called in full force, it means that sometimes I'm still lucky enough to look younger than my age - and I get asked for ID and it's BLISSFUL to pass over that driving licence with a smug expression on my face like 'yes, serve me this alcohol woman...'
I own a pair of slippers
Not only do I own a pair (okay... Three pairs) of slippers... I also take them places with me - like when I go around to my friends house for tea/drinks - yeah I take my slippers with me. I'll also take my pyjama bottoms with me - because you're having a laugh if you think I'm spending the entire night in my jeans... As soon as I say hiya and grace their threshold, my pyjama bottoms are being unravelled and I am getting myself comfy. I don't care what you say.
And last but not least...
I don't have time for your shit any more
D'ya know when I was younger, and if I fancied you - I'd put up with all sorts of crap just to get to see you/talk to you again... Nowadays I don't hang about. If you wanted to see me, you'd make an effort to see me/talk to me... Otherwise, nah you're alright bro. I haven't got time for your crap any more - I'm an adult now, I've got loads of stuff going on in my life. Make an effort will you?
So anyway... That's why I know I'm getting old now. There's probably one million other reasons that I could come up with - except I've had a bottle of Prosecco and quite a few beers tonight so I can't quite think them up...
Let me know if you can think of any others though. I like knowing other people feel old as well as me, it makes me feel better.
6 August 2016
On Turning 25
Yesterday was my 25th birthday - yay! Birthdays are a funny ol' thing when you get a little bit older - it always makes me laugh because people are like "so what are your plans for your birthday?" and I'm just like "probably ordering a takeaway and drinking Prosecco in my pyjamas, why?" - there's an expectation to make plans and do something different and I'm kinda just like nah bro.
I'm obviously on my school holidays (big teacher bonus right there) so yesterday I had a leisurely lie-in, woke up and made myself a 'fancy' Tassimo coffee, sat down and opened my cards. WEIRDLY this was an emotional experience for me this year. I dunno if my hormones are having their monthly domestic but seriously; I was opening birthday cards and bawling my eyes out because I'm obviously not okay hun.
These were happy tears though, obvs. And tears of laughter. You know you're getting old when the cards genuinely mean more to you than the money/cheques falling out of them. Worryingly, 90% of the cards make reference to Prosecco/wine and therefore the cards currently adorning every surface of my living room are making out that I have a definite alcohol problem - and I'm okay with that I guess. People obviously know me well.
Anyway, when I'd managed to take control of my emotions - I had a shower, and got myself dolled up (curled my hair, red lipstick on - made an effort, y'know) to go out for lunch with my Mum. My Mum also works in a high school, so she's off on her jollies as well - which meant we could be proper lunching ladies and take advantage of the day to ourselves. We went to a small local Italian - I drank a very large glass of Sauvignon Blanc with lunch, then ate a massive slab of cheesecake - because calories on birthdays are non-existent. Honestly, it's true!
And do you know what I did for the rest of my day? Not a right lot to be honest. It was bliss. My sister finished work early and came around to my house, and we spent the evening giggling with each other, eating pizza, havinga couple of several drinks, playing around with Snapchat filters (standard 2016 entertainment) and watching films. Side note: I have now decided that Rebel Wilson's character in How to be Single is my new spirit animal. I effing love her.
So what I suppose I'm saying is - I had a pretty low key birthday celebration... And it was pretty awesome. On Monday morning I'm heading up to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival with the family, and we've decided that we'd have a nice meal out whilst there to properly raise a toast to my quarter of a century'th birthday.
Now I'm 25 I feel like it's that kind of age where you're definitely supposed to have your shit together. I feel like I'm doing alright though. I mean sometimes it still takes me three days to wash a plate and I legit despise putting my laundry away but that's normal right?
I'm obviously on my school holidays (big teacher bonus right there) so yesterday I had a leisurely lie-in, woke up and made myself a 'fancy' Tassimo coffee, sat down and opened my cards. WEIRDLY this was an emotional experience for me this year. I dunno if my hormones are having their monthly domestic but seriously; I was opening birthday cards and bawling my eyes out because I'm obviously not okay hun.
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Anyway, when I'd managed to take control of my emotions - I had a shower, and got myself dolled up (curled my hair, red lipstick on - made an effort, y'know) to go out for lunch with my Mum. My Mum also works in a high school, so she's off on her jollies as well - which meant we could be proper lunching ladies and take advantage of the day to ourselves. We went to a small local Italian - I drank a very large glass of Sauvignon Blanc with lunch, then ate a massive slab of cheesecake - because calories on birthdays are non-existent. Honestly, it's true!
And do you know what I did for the rest of my day? Not a right lot to be honest. It was bliss. My sister finished work early and came around to my house, and we spent the evening giggling with each other, eating pizza, having
So what I suppose I'm saying is - I had a pretty low key birthday celebration... And it was pretty awesome. On Monday morning I'm heading up to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival with the family, and we've decided that we'd have a nice meal out whilst there to properly raise a toast to my quarter of a century'th birthday.
Now I'm 25 I feel like it's that kind of age where you're definitely supposed to have your shit together. I feel like I'm doing alright though. I mean sometimes it still takes me three days to wash a plate and I legit despise putting my laundry away but that's normal right?
1 August 2016
Hello
It's me. I was wondering if after all these yea--
Oh do shut up Lorna. You're not Adele. Stop pretending to be her.
Well - I'm back in the land of blogging! However, this time I'm doing it a bit differently. If you know who I am then you'll know that previously I've classed myself as a lifestyle/beauty/food and everything-in-between blogger. This time it's different. This time I'm just here to write about myself, some of the thoughts I have and as you've probably guessed by the name of the blog - sometimes I want to talk about my job.
The reason I've come back to blogging after a short break is simply because I miss having an online voice. I miss having a platform to talk about the things I have thoughts about. I miss the dialogue it opens up with people online - and to be quite honest, sometimes I miss the opportunity for procrastination it inevitably brings to my life.
I'm not aiming to be fancy. I'm not wanting publicity or 'blogger fame' off the back of this - I'm not even after the amazing 'freebies' and experiences that my last blog gave me. I literally just want somewhere to vent my opinions and an online space to call my own again. I've missed it tremendously.
You'll be pleased to hear that I have no hidden agenda, this time I have no spreadsheet telling me what and when to post, I have no tweets scheduled, because give me strength, ain't nobody got time for that! This is going to be real. It's going to be me, posting when I can, about what I like - and that's about it really.
So, to give you a little bit of background on me in case you don't already know who I am:
If you'd not already realised, my name is Lorna. Hiya! I'm a teacher. I'm a Newly Qualified Teacher (or NQT) at the minute. In September, I will begin my first teaching year at a local high school. I'm obviously not going to tell you which high school because 'reasons'. Don't get me wrong, I'm not aiming to be entirely anonymous on this blog but I'm also not wanting you to stalk me or follow me home. You dig?
Anyway, everything's gotta start somewhere, and this is my start. My new beginning, my first ever post as a soon-to-be NQT. I'd love to be able to tell you what to expect, but I can't. I don't know what this is going to turn into (if anything - God knows if I'll even have time to continue this come September) - but meh. Let's just say we're going with the flow and seeing how this going, yeah?
So, welcome aboard - it's sure to be an inconsistent and incredibly rambly journey. I hope you're ready.
Oh do shut up Lorna. You're not Adele. Stop pretending to be her.
The reason I've come back to blogging after a short break is simply because I miss having an online voice. I miss having a platform to talk about the things I have thoughts about. I miss the dialogue it opens up with people online - and to be quite honest, sometimes I miss the opportunity for procrastination it inevitably brings to my life.
I'm not aiming to be fancy. I'm not wanting publicity or 'blogger fame' off the back of this - I'm not even after the amazing 'freebies' and experiences that my last blog gave me. I literally just want somewhere to vent my opinions and an online space to call my own again. I've missed it tremendously.
You'll be pleased to hear that I have no hidden agenda, this time I have no spreadsheet telling me what and when to post, I have no tweets scheduled, because give me strength, ain't nobody got time for that! This is going to be real. It's going to be me, posting when I can, about what I like - and that's about it really.
So, to give you a little bit of background on me in case you don't already know who I am:
If you'd not already realised, my name is Lorna. Hiya! I'm a teacher. I'm a Newly Qualified Teacher (or NQT) at the minute. In September, I will begin my first teaching year at a local high school. I'm obviously not going to tell you which high school because 'reasons'. Don't get me wrong, I'm not aiming to be entirely anonymous on this blog but I'm also not wanting you to stalk me or follow me home. You dig?
Anyway, everything's gotta start somewhere, and this is my start. My new beginning, my first ever post as a soon-to-be NQT. I'd love to be able to tell you what to expect, but I can't. I don't know what this is going to turn into (if anything - God knows if I'll even have time to continue this come September) - but meh. Let's just say we're going with the flow and seeing how this going, yeah?
So, welcome aboard - it's sure to be an inconsistent and incredibly rambly journey. I hope you're ready.
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