Fast Times at Apollo Education and Training

"If this were a sitcom office, we'd have a lot more hi jinx to fill all this downtime"

I didn't say this, but I'll be damned if it's not true. With up to twelve hours between classes I do spend a lot of time with my headphones on ignoring my co-workers. This could probably also account for the lack of hi jinx. So I've almost finished up my term here at work with just three and a half contact hours to account for. This is pretty exciting, and it's gonna be nice to leave a job on good terms again, as opposed to the somewhat unpleasant exit from the other tie-wearing job I had. It will be good to work in jeans again though, I think I'm much more pleasanter when my legs are all denimed up. Hell, I'm at my post pleasant in my boxers but that's a line most employers are unwilling to cross, especially those where I'd be working with kids. Probably sensible that.

So other than the final airing of my pink shirt (oh you can bet it ain't coming home with me, luggage space is precious and I have new books dammit) what has today brought? Well two of my classes had exams, so I got to spend three hours 'teaching' with my eyes closed most of the time. That was very 'me'. Sitting down for long periods of time is a luxury to me, and I'm not one to ignore them lately. Indeed, a comfy chair is second only to cheesecake on the list of things that get me through the week. Oh, and beer. Beer's pretty good. What? Teaching? Oh yeah. I got to use my awesome 'telling the time' activities, which have the slight weakness of sometimes teaching kids that it's half-to-eleven in the morning. That only ever gets the stupid ones anyway, and no amount of my slack-ass teaching is gonna save them.

Ooh, that sounded bad didn't it? Oh well. I do love most of my kiddies here, they're friendly and enthusiastic, and they don't mind when I make them act out any of the more amusing verbs in front of their peer group. It's tough getting adults to milk an invisible cow and teenagers are so apathetic and self-involved that they won't even pretend to sneeze. I have to say, I distinctly remember being a teenager and I'm damn sure I was both cooler and more willing to perform interpretive mime than these guys. It's not like I'm getting them to dress up like Marcel Marceau while they're doing it for Pete's sake. Also I've begun to think that 'wash the baby' would be an awesome metaphor for something, much like 'slicing the lemon' sounds dirty but actually just means taking a knife to some yellow citrus fruit. Plus, tickling as a form of discipline goes way beyond fun. British schools need to reform detention systems toot sweet.

Oh, and as for that little expression, I was watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (or at least it was on while I didn't take the remote into the bathroom) and I decided that it needed less awful puns in the form of song and more pedophiles with over sized butterfly nets. Over sized butterfly nets are hilarious, far more so than big cages and 'zany' cars. The Herbie movies would also do well to remember this.

Wow, that wandered off alarmingly didn't it?