five a day

I’ve finally come up for air after the week that felt like three squeezed in back to back.  The inspectors came, inspected and left again, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake.  Teachers are a rare breed.  We tend to think, as a rule, that our job is one of the hardest in the world and that anyone who isn’t a teacher just doesn’t understand this.  Don’t get me wrong. it is difficult and demanding and frustrating and without the opportunity to hop on the internet to do some shopping at work whenever it takes your fancy.  But it also throws up some of the most sublime conversations you could ever experience.  Such as one I had with the boy who couldn’t spell GCSE last year and who was researching Michael Jackson as his famous figure who should be brought back from the dead (don’t ask…),

Me: How’s your research going?

Him: I’ve found out that The Jackson Five was started when Michael got a load of his mates together to start a group.

Me: Oh, right.  How many people were in the group? (I know, I know, but sometimes I can’t wait to see what tumbles out of his mouth)

Him: I think there were seven.

Me: Oh.  So why are they called The Jackson Five?

Him: I’m not sure.  It’s weird isn’t it?

Anyhoo, on to the crafts.  I’ve made some more keyrings for the etsy shop and a craft fair that I have coming up in York in October.  So, some keyrings for the fruit bowl,

 

and some mid-90s mixtapes,

Oh, I loved making mixtapes when I was at college.  I’d spend hours on the front cover and figuring out what went where and counting the second between tracks.  Heaven x