By Bruce, a supply teacher from Norwich
“Sir, sir, I’m trying to get a picture of a Yorkshire tee-joint, and all I can find are pictures of tea bags and tee-shirts.”
Ah, the wonders of Google (other search engines are available). I’m covering a Construction class and the group have been set the task of researching materials used in plumbing. I’m no plumber but even I am pretty sure that a Yorkshire tee-joint is probably going to be made of copper or brass and certainly not have thousands of little perforations.
Once again, the child is the victim of Google’s predictive spelling. He is uncertain of his own spelling so allows kind Google to spell check and change words to the point where the original search becomes lost in the linguistic jungle that is the English language.
By Bruce, a supply teacher in Norwich
The life of an itinerant supply teacher is a strange one; like a fireman, you find yourself dashing out of the house just after switching on the coffee machine and preparing for a leisurely breakfast. Rather like Wallace from ‘Wallace and Gromit’, sometimes I would like one of those tubes you jump into and emerge at the bottom wearing a shirt, tie and trousers. The strangest time is that between 6.30 a.m. and 8.30 a.m. if you haven’t got a pre-booked assignment. You get up, make that first cup of tea, have a shower, and think about putting your gardening clothes on, when the phone rings………
By Nina, a supply teacher in Plymouth
192 hours during the Easter holidays (56 of which were spent on a bus) with 36 teenagers is enough to make any sane person twitch and their hair go grey. As that did not happen to me, presumably the logical conclusion must be that either I was one slice short of a toast rack or that I really was doing this purely for fun. There was no timesheet to complete and no day rate. The reason? Skiing in Austrian Alps.