Why do I keep doing this anyway?

First and foremostly, if anyone can tell me why I do this every week, I'd appreciate you telling me. We've arrived at another Sunday evening (for me), but more than likely a weekday morning/evening for you, and once again, I'm wondering why on Earth I'm writing this dribble. Mind you, I suppose you guys are wondering why you are reading this dribble. Thanks for comments all.

The reason I feel that I have to ask this, is that I have another job to keep me busy. Last week, I was officially approached by the Chief of Staff of the Nautical Training Corps, to accept a National position. After discussions with colleagues that I've seen, I have decided to accept the 'promotion'. I am now Commander Andy Clarke NTC, Chief Staff Officer, Adventure Activities Director (AAD). Well, as good as. The Chief of Staff has appoiunted me, but I believe National Council need to approve it.

So, with this new position, my current position of Activities Officer of TS Intrepid, a national webmaster, my job, and university, I'm pretty bloomin' busy. So why oh why, am I still writing this? I think I need professional help...

This was a good week at Chesswood (to start with). Tuesday was a school trip to Hertsmonceux (a Science centre and observatory in East Sussex). The place was brilliant. Loads of hands on science stuff for the kids to do (and the adults too...). Even the journey was okay. They have built a nw flyover at Bedingham. For those that aren't local, or don't travel further East than Lewis, this is a major traffic spot, because of the railway. But they now have a bridge. What once took hours to get through, took a matter of maybe 2 minutes. Amazing!

Wednesday was also a good day. As I may have mentioned (although I can't really remember), Year 7 are currently studying Sex Education (handy for me also I suppose). Wednesday, the boys went into a classroom for an all male talk (what we dub the 'willy washing talk'), whilst all the girls went for an all female talk. As one of the Year 7 men, I went to crowd control the boys. For years, this session has been run by Dennis, our deputy Head, but next year, the Year 7 leader, and my friend, Jez, will need to give the talk. Which is an issue.

Any talk of genitals makes Jez feel queezy, and can make him gag. So as you can imagine, this talk isn't a great subject for him. To be honest, I only went into the class to watch Jez gag... Amazingly, I think he only gagged once, and handled the whole topic well. The next day, I did say that I was impressed. He replied, don't look up Smegma on Wikipedia. It will make you gag. Especially don't read it, whilst eating your shredded wheat!

On Thursday, this brilliant week hit a brick wall. I spent all morning looking fir Frisbees, in the persisting rain. I retuurned at Lunch time, with no frisbees, and very soggy. Quite peeved, I grumpily warmed my lunch, and sat down moodily. Once I sat down, a normally quite 'easy-going' teacher rushed up to me, and said that we needed to get our heads together before her lesson on Tueday. I said okay, what did she have planned. She didn't know yet. Naturally I was quite confused why we'd need to chat urgently before hand, if there was nothing special on...

Little did we know, but earlier that morning, we recieved a phone call. 'Hello, Ofsted here. We'll see you Tuesday morning...'. We now get two working days notice before a 1 or 2 long inspection (we're only getting one day). The staff were told at Lunch time (before I returned to school). So I didn't know. Of course, the above conversation kind of makes sense now...

Funniest of all though, is our Head Teacher was out at a conference at the Grand Hotel in Brighton (Head Teacher's thing). Because he was in conference, Dennis (deputy) couldn't contact him until lunch. We had to do some paperwork by the end of the day, so David (Head) rushed back from Brighton. I'm sure he must have got a Police escort... He burst into the staff room, grabbing some stuff, saying that he was quite miffed. He left just as they were about to serve lunch at The Grand. Ha ha... (I may not have a job after he reads this...). Sorry David, it's not funny really...

So, with all the stress, it's amazing that any of us are still going. Keep sane everyone.

(By the way, I have text you Si, on both numbers that I have for you. Have you changed your number, or do I merit a reply?)

If you don't have time, why not leave a comment (after all, I didn't have time to write this).

If you do have time, why not leave a comment (saying where you got the time from).

Quote of the Week: 'When Linda leaves, she's getting a Grand Father Clock!' I explained to Gill who has left Adult Ed, that we give out bigger clocks for longer service.

Tune of the Month: (still no radio in the car, but I do have Listen Again/ On Demand from the BBC) Teenagers. My Chemical Romance.