A picture prompt for this weeks challenge. One day I might develop this further.
Living in a world where you need water to breathe, and if the air gets too deep, you are in trouble.
The young man didn’t want to listen to his mum. She knew NOTHING…mums never do, do they? So when it aired he pulled on his boots and went out to jump in the puddles that were being left. Mum said not to, said it was dangerous, that they were deeper than they looked. He knew best, he went anyway, and ended up a bit stuck, with the air filling his boots and coming up over his knees.
Mum said nothing as she pulled him out.
This was a picture prompt, of a poppy, which can be found here
She’d been putting the gardening off long enough, but it was time to get it ready for the winter. It was somehow apt that this Remembrance weekend she was still waiting for the poppies, to be absolutely sure that they would grow again next year. Although the petals had long since faded, the seed pods were still intact and not looking like they were going to burst any time soon. It would be a shame, she thought, to not have poppies in the garden, so she carefully mowed and trimmed plants back around them, looking forward already to the splashes of colour next spring.
Catching up on missed writing…
This week, the cue for 100 word challenge was ‘decisions, decisions, decisions’
I wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Up and down and then back round again for another look. There was an important dinner to go to, and it was important that I got the look just right. The problem was, there was so much to choose from. Decisions, decisions, decisions. I just didn’t know what to do for the best, so I gathered a few things that looked my size and headed to the changing room to try them on.
The Scooby Doo costume made my bottom look big, superwoman really wasn’t me and that lycra thing – no. It would have to be the skeleton.
It’s been an interesting week. I came back from holiday not quite 100% and have regretted not taking Monday off all week.
On Monday I was so tired that I couldn’t string a coherent sentence together. Not a good start. I had, at least, planned my lessons for a fairly gentle ease back in. One of the girls decided she wanted to take over my Science lesson, so I ended up teaching in the sensory room, glad that she had found the plastic beakers to throw around the lab and not the glass ones.
Tuesday was awful, I was in tears and sent home by break. By lunchtime I’d had a text ‘They are coming, they will be here tomorrow’. Now, as acting head of KS5, something we were expecting a major focus on since it was an area of concern at the previous inspection, I knew I had to be in school. Fortunately, I wasn’t teaching as I was no way well enough for that, but I was in and at my desk, trying hard to complete my paperwork. Due to the nature of our timetable, only the teachers on PPA cover in KS5 got observed in my base. The inspector focussing on KS5 was only in school on Wednesday, so I sat and I waited. The HT implied that there would be a conversation, so I stayed nearby and waited. Well, by the end of the day, nothing. Not a single conversation with either inspector.
Thursday morning I had Annual Reviews so I had to be in – and all my teachers got observed with pleasing results, but once 2pm came and I still hadn’t been spoken to by the inspector who was still on site (and having fallen asleep at my desk!) I came home. The outcome is as we expected it to be, and we are pleased with this.
Today, Friday, I have slept, cried, felt sick and finally got myself in gear to get out of bed.
I’m still confused though, as to how an area that was deemed to need improvement previously was not thought important(?) enough to have even had a brief conversation with the person in charge. I await the completed report though!
In other news, my new school was also ofsted-ed this week, again getting the result they expected. I’m looking forward to the challenge over there already, and knowing that we have an HMI at some point in February just makes my new job even more exciting. I’m looking forward to having the chance to actually make a difference, even if I’m not looking forward to not teaching until September.
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