A change has come..

It’s been a lot brighter for the past few days, but the wind is still as cold as a polar bear’s fart. It’s deceptively sunny so you think it’s nice and warm, but then you walk around a corner and the Easterly wind cuts you in half like a machete.
Despite this, I’m enjoying the onset of British Summer Time, even though it means I am once again driving to work in the dark (I’m doing lots of earlies at the moment) 
Simple things like being able to go for a walk after tea, and it still being light when EastEnders comes on have made big differences to my mood and attitude. (I don’t actually watch EastEnders, you understand, I’m just using it as a reference point)

I’ve been sent a load of information by the Teacher Training Hotline. I only called to ask if they had a website I could look at, and within three minutes they’d sent me an application pack. Maybe the Education Department is more desperate for teachers than I realised. I hope so - they’ll need to be bloody desperate to take me on… 
I’ve spent the last few days reading through it all on my lunch breaks. I pretended to be working out rotas for next month so I could watch the DVD they sent in the managers office. I’ve talked to Philippa about it a lot and I even got in contact with a couple of my old tutors by e-mail. Everything I’ve read, heard and seen has got me really excited, although there is one tiny little aspect of the job that I’m not happy with:
I don’t really want to work with children.

RC 6-3-13