Back to school..

Today was the first day of my school based learning experience at St. Martin in the Fields School for Girls. The day started well with the sun shining and my journey surprisingly taking me less than an hour. As I walked up to the school I was very impressed with the entrance, lots of green with an impressive old building in the background that proved to be even nicer inside.

http://www.stmartins.lambeth.sch.uk/

I was invited to follow a year 7 class around which I was told was the top set. It was fascinating to observe the number of different characters within a relatively small amount of girls and how teachers would later use this knowledge to help them maintain order. Knowing who the strong characters were and how to keep them in check seem to be the trick, something I'll need to remember.

Their first lesson was an ICT class aptly based around how noise levels fluctuate within the classroom at different times of the lesson, these girls sure could talk! I felt like an old man in the corridor since a girl was trying to speak to me, but I couldn't hear a word she was saying over the noise of hundreds of girls all talking at the same time and had to keep asking her to repeat what she had said, much to her annoyance..

Looking forward to the rest of the week, but not the 6am alarm..

100 Word Plays

When I started this blog I was determined for it not to become a daily diary, chronicling information such as how many bowel movements I've had or how shit I felt that day on a scale of 1 to 10. I'd been aware I hadn't written anything for a little while but yesterday I came across an interesting article in the paper. It was about the Royal Court Theatre being plastered with short plays of 100 words or less on their walls inviting people to pen so-called 'Bonsai plays'.

* * * http://www.royalcourttheatre.com/whats-on/100-word-play * * *

I couldn't resist the urge to have a go myself, below is my first and only effort thus far:

A Chat On the Banks of Acheron

Death:     (Drily) I'm Death, welcome to your own. Any questions before you cross the river?

Man:       What does death feel like?

Death:     I don't like it when people refer to me in the 3rd person.

Man:       (annoyed) That's not what I meant. Anyway, we're talking so I can't be dead. If I'm dead,

                 who are you talking to?

Death:     I'm talking to the 20th letter in the English alphabet.

Man:        t, u, v, w... (sarcastically) Very funny. Is there anyway of getting out of this?

Death:     You must ask me a question I don't know the answer to.

Man:       (long pensive pause) Oh fuck it, but I'm not rowing...