108. Back to normal-ish

Update: normality reigns!

I'm at work, not really teaching, but over seeing controlled assessments, which to the lay person, are mini exams.  The only real difference is that they're teacher invigilated.  Most of the kids in my controlled assessments are little angels and sit and work silently.  The odd one or two pop their heads above the parapet but they're manageable.  If only because I can send them back to their own teacher. 

The other, fab, thing so far about being back was seeing my amazing year 11's (now year 12s) on Friday afternoon.  I had them last lesson Fridays every other week last year and they were off the wall hyper in that lesson.  I used to dread it because there were so many of them (32) and they were SO clever they could run rings around me if they chose to, which fortunately, most of the time they didn't.  I was over the moon last June when I got my timetable and saw I'd got them for A Level English Language.  Lucky bloody supply, getting them.  I'm very jealous of her.  They're MY kids.  Anyway, I digress.  C, the supply, was off Friday afternoon and I covered for her.  The kids were SO pleased to see me I nearly cried.  We had a chat and a muck around and then I insisted we did a little work.  J, who was in my form last year and in my English group is as nuts and self obsessed as ever.  S, the clever gay boy is prettier than ever and still getting bullied by his little pack of learner fag hags. 

At the end of the lesson, they insisted I follow our old tradition of a music video to end the lesson (last year it was bribery to get them to finish their work on time).  We listened to the new Lady Gaga single and discussed it (it's crap).  Fab to be back!

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Underneath the distraction of the kids, I'm worrying about my initial radiology appointment.  As my daughter said when I spoke to her last week, the longer they leave it, the longer anything (e.g. cancer) in there has to grow and spread.  My boob is lumpy in one area and although I know this is probably ordinary breast tissue (ducts) in the back of my mind the whole time is the concern that another tumour could be growing and I won't be able to tell until its bigger than a centimetre (because that is on average how big the lumpy bits in my boobs are).