The Unbearable Endlessness of Five day working weeks

 This week seems to be dragging without much promise of nearly being over. I feel like the proverbial dead horse that being beaten. There is not much point in my being at working - there is little chance of my getting much done, and yet I'm here, being flogged mercilessly by the incessant natter of teenagers and other annoying people who expect me to function.

I suspect I'm sick - hayfever masks some of the symptoms of flu and such but there is a point where you feel so bad that you have got figure that you are ill.

I had Year 9 Family night on Wednesday which explains some of my current exhaustion. Staying at school to 8.45pm is hardly desirable. It was cute watching little Year 9 students being all awkward as they had to formally introduce their parents to their teachers and vice versa. At least two of the boys in my class got a little mixed up in their introduction, much to the amusement/dismay of parents.

"This is my Mum, Steve and my Dad, Rachel."

Heh, heh.

A peer support leader added to my general sense of angst and frustration at my inept brain at form time. On Fridays I generally run a quiz or have brain teasers for students. They like the puzzle solving for lollipops, and I like the getting a chance to do something which isn't wretched notices/paper work.

Today, one of my peer support leaders put up a puzzle which noone could work out and then refused to give us the answer until Monday. I tried bribing her but she stanchly refused to give even a hint. This kind of thing drives me crazy so if you are able to give me the answer PLEASE comment and say me from going bonkers.

Puzzle of supreme tricksy-ness:

ABCDCGULLSMNOCGULLSOSARCBDIS