201. Ahhhhhh

So Monday was back to work.  Monday was about getting settled in again.  Which I did. 

Tuesday was for getting stuff done.  Sorted. 

Wednesday.  Well, Wednesday, today, I was on cover.  Cover for B, the male teacher who has the BRCA gene.  The one who had the sister that died of breast cancer.  He and his wife have gone to London to have in vitro fertilization (IVF) and pre-implantation diagnosis (PGD).  He understandably doesn't want his children to have the gene he has. 

Anyway, I covered his lessons.  Lesson 1 was OK.  Nice year 10's.  A few of whom were my year 9's from last year so I had a nice catch-up with them.  Lesson 2 - uh oh!  Bolshy year 11's.  Bit of a handful, a dictionary got chucked.  But then, remarkably, I managed to get round them and we had a fab lesson.  They worked, asked my advice, took it, and were lovely. 

But Lesson 3.  Well.  Fucking amazing.  Year 13 Literature.  Wow.  They'd been reading the novel, The Kite Runner and were looking at feminist literary analysis.  I browsed the handout and off we went.  M, from my form and my English group 2 years ago was there.  Two months ago I talked her into not dropping literature and she's still there.  It was AMAZING.  We had a fantastic discussion, ending up by discussing WHY Shakespeare could write strong women in a time when women had no rights when modern male writers tend to produce size 0, fuck-me-heeled bimbets.  When the light bulb went on (to try to make women more controllable, put them back in their place) it was one of those goose pimple moments.  And in a cover lesson.  I LOVE my job!

(here is an article about  in vitro fertilization (IVF) and pre-implantation diagnosis (PGD))

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