Taken in Berlin's Tiergarten.

It all about the hands.

A thing of beauty...

Day two...still predictable.

Well, I have made it back.  Day two and I still have a blog - let's see how long it will last.  While I get comfortable with the sound of my own words, staring back at me, I will have to resort to venting about my day.

Love the kids that I teach but hate the job.  A teacher's life can be fantastic but when you start involving outside interference (OFSTED for example) the job becomes a nightmare.  The atmosphere changes in the staffroom, colleagues start nitpicking, finding fault with everything you do. All you want to do is teach.

What is confusing is why England persists with outside check ups...there is a culture of mistrust about teachers and schools (thanks for that Maggie).  What other country relies on this - torture?  Australian schools and teachers do fine without it, and I would suggest that the standard of education is much higher in the Antipodes than here in England.

So trying not to make this a rant.  A lovely day today with three fine lessons - I really do adore the kids - they make me laugh, they keep me thinking and they keep me in my job.

First words - how predictable.

Now here's the problem: lots of words and phrases floating around in my head but I just can't seem to get them out.  It's not that I have writer's block, it's just that I don't think I have anything valuable to say.  But the words are valuable to me - precious even.  


In time I hope I will be able to get my words out - without cringing, without being embarrassed about what I have to say.