Sorkinesque

In the semi-comatose state that I exist in most evening returning from school, I'm working my way through all 7 series of The West Wing, which now reside in my room in Bristol. It's as great as the first time I watched it, and I keep coming across the most fantastic lines, like this one when Toby is arguing with a congresswoman about the National Endowment for the Arts:

Congresswoman: Here's a woman who gets naked, covers herself completely in chocolate and sings. Does that appeal to you?

Toby: By and large, I'm not wild about musicals...

And there are many more. Aaron Sorkin is a genius.

A shout into the Aether

I'm realising that I'm becoming my usual uncommunicative self - I've been known to be a little hard to get information from when at a distance, mainly due to my heavy dislike of long telephone conversations and lack of patience in writing e-mails lasting more than a couple of lines. Rectification is in order, and another doomed resolution for change will probably follow.

For the time being, I'm still alive, the first week of teaching has been successfully completed and I'm actually quite enjoying it (although I've had a few moments of panic when contemplating the volume of work!). Settling into Bristol is also coming along, although it can still be a bit lonely at times. Most of the time, though, I'm very busy, and it's true to say that there have been a large number from school and from church that have made me feel very welcome indeed.

Hopefully, there'll be more personalised correspondence in time. One lives in hope...

Like most things, it seemed like a good idea at the time

I played basketball for the first time in years last night, resulting in a rather large about of limping today. This is mostly due to take a tumble and twisting my ankle, although my poor judgement shone through as this tumble was 10 minutes into an hour and a half session.

Was good fun though...

State of the Union

Good news (possibly): The chances of being Union Rep at my school are quite high.
Bad news: I'm likely to be representing myself, and myself alone.

Third largest teaching union finds it's first member at SMRT. I even found someone who didn't know it existed...

The end, of sorts

This is sort of a transition now. By one definition, I've left studenthood (for the second time...) by handing in my resubmission of my dissertation. This is definitely the last piece of work for PGCE, it is now done - although I suppose I've still to wait for it to be marked, and my student card claims I'm still a PGCE student until the end of September.

Still, this is the last time (for now at least) that I'll be in Oxford with a specific role. Future visits will render me merely a visitor. And scariest of all, this means that studenthood is being left behind and the real world awaits. Work starts on Wednesday... :S