Tuesday, 9 September 2008


I promise I've not forgotten about all of you, but I've been a little busy and am knitting things that are unbloggable as they're gifts... the possibly recipients are just going o have to sweat it out and see if they get lucky! This could be a common theme as Christmas arrives. Now what did I used to blog about before knitting?

Anyway, I've just signed up to do IComLeavWe again, the link is over on my side bar, you basically sign up to visit 5 blogs on the list over at Stirrup Queen's and return 1 comment that has been left on your own blog every day for the last week of September. Hopefully I'll have time, if you want to join the fun then head over and sign up.

I'm currently engaged in a power struggle with my Year 8 class, I have one child who does not care what I say or do to him and is openly rude and defiant, I tried the making things personal "I don't like it when you do that, I'd much rather you did this instead", I've tried the in your face shouting that has reduced lesser kids to tears, I've tried the refusing to argue tactic, in fact you name it, I've tried it. He's finally been placed in the school's discipline system as I have had enough, and run out of ideas. I taught 1 lesson before lunch time, and as a result of this power struggle was exhausted by then. I'm not going to let this keep happening, as I just don't get paid enough to have my blood pressure altered in this manner, by just one kid! and you know what, the rest of the class deserve better to, he should not be taking up this much of my time, I think I need to really crack on with the school discipline policy and stop giving him chances.
Anyway, it feels better having got this out, and I now feel clearer about what I am going to do to him, thank you for listening!

I'm rushing off as I need to cook some tea before I go out knitting, enjoy your Tuesday evening everyone!


  1. Ach! Bad Boy!

    I have a horrible feeling that, based on this morning's behaviour, my child is going to be That Boy.


  2. Oh I felt a rush of sorrow for that boy as I read through. I wonder what insecurities have made him want to gain so much negative attention? I wonder what his home life is like? I wonder what he's so afraid of?