Back to Work

Monday’s group (so far) is lovely!  Such a huge contrast to the group last year.  There are five boys and five girls and they’re polite, respectful and work well.  Exception is one girl who literally can’t read or write at all.  How does a 15-year-old reach that age, have gone through school and still not be able to read?  I know it happens, but I can’t understand why the holes in the net are so big! 

So, ok, they’re still AltEd students and they’re probably not particularly good in a school environment, but they’re good for AltEd.

That was the nice start to the week that I needed!  Hopefully tomorrow’s group, the Wednesday one, will be as nice.  Traditionally, the Wednesday scheme’s problems come from a certain staff member there – and she’s still there…

But it’s the Thursday scheme that’s going to be… interesting.  I had a bit of a moan about it last entry and now I have some more news/gossip.  The good old reliable local college has still not got a tutor for the scheme and not only that, they have completely omitted to put the vocational provisions in place that they’d promised.  The co-ordinator is tearing out her over-bleached hair! 

Short term, they’re going to send along the study support manager as my co-tutor, which sounds fine… except that this woman is the one who made me redundant from the college.  I hate this woman passionately.  I hate her more than the car driver who knocked me off my motorbike and permanently disabled my arm (30 years ago).  I hate her more than I hate standing on a slug with bare feet (my bare feet, not the slug’s).  I hate her more than politicians.  I might even hate her more than I hated my ex at the height of his horribleness.

I shall be coldly professional and answer her if I have to, but not initiate anything.  The co-ordinator thought I might resign over it – shows how much she knows me not.

Apart from this, I’ve heard through the grapevine that they’ve had a hard couple of days with the young people.  Serves them right.  SIXTEEN indeed!  I could say that it’s the young people I feel for… we promised them small class sizes and we promised them carpentry, construction and beauty vocational sessions at the college.  I could say it’s the young people I feel sorry for, but I’m not nice like that, I’m gloating just a little bit… well… quite a bit… ok, a lot!  I’m lovin’ it!