My. It has been a while since I posted anything. Everyone OK?
That might require some explanation, because if you’re reading this at isaac.freeman.org.nz/blog you’ll be wondering who “everyone” is. See, most people are reading the LiveJournal page of the RSS feed of the blog of the life of me, and that’s where they’re posting comments. Personally, I like having the comments on my own website better, but that’s an unnecessary extra hassle for most people, and it’s my own silly fault for starting my own non-LiveJournal website. But if anyone out there knows a way to share comments between Movable Type and LiveJournal, I’d like to hear about it.
You’ll all now be growing impatient with all this shilly-shallying. “Do not,” you will be demanding, “shally so much as a single further shilly. Get to the point.” And you will be justified in so demanding, if that is indeed what you are doing. For there is a point, and it is to catch up on a number of loose ends.
Firstly, my school was visited by ERO recently. That’s the Education Review Office - they don’t in any way resemble Eros, the Greek god of love and sexual desire. Basically, they’re inspectors, and their job is to audit the school according to whatever categories they are auditing on this time, and then produce a report. This always involves ridiculous amounts of paperwork for Heads of Departments, and classroom visits for everybody else.
The final report hasn’t been produced, but one of our Principals asked to borrow the preliminary notes, and had made copies for all the stuff before the officer from whom he borrowed them decided it wasn’t a good idea to lend them out. The upshot seems to be that they couldn’t think of many things to complain about. But they’d look silly going back to Wellington without making any recommendations, so they pointed out that our reports for junior classes were formatted inconsistently between subjects, and that there’s a television set in X Block that’s not bolted down properly, and if there was an earthquake it could fall bonk! right on Bill’s head.
I’m just glad I didn’t get the school in trouble for not recognising the name of a punk band that one of the officers used to be in when he lived in Christchurch in the 1980s. Because he did seem disappointed that I hadn’t heard of it.
As was always fairly likely from the beginning, I got a letter from the Ministry advising that my services will not be required as an E-Learning Fellow. Never mind. I didn’t want to be a dumb old E-Learning Fellow anyhow.
What else, then? Oh yes… I went to see Conscience and so should you. It’s an excellent play about conscientious objectors in World War One, based on real events but with characters that are composites of multiple real historical figures. The acting is excellent, but it’s been getting shamefully small audiences.
I don’t like: springless Russian wagons.
Superhero Breakfast Cereal, Wendyhouse