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Then there came a summons to Peter's office and the news that I was being covered for the rest of my lessons today.
The problem was that the network had gone down. Peter tries to take an intelligent interest in computers and he knows enough to make it difficult to pull the wool over his ears.
I started in his office, although I had a feeling I would find the solution to the problem in another office. I started printing out his autoexec.bat and config.sys files on the printer and giving him a bit of an ear-bashing about the computer room.
Then I solemnly went off to every other member of SMT to print out their autoexec.bat files. I happened to know what these files contained - they had to be the same - but a batch file is only as good as the actual files it lists and if one of those is a rogue file some discontented employee had installed the previous night ...
I took the opportunity to sound out opinion and by the time I had finished, I had acquired a fair list of examples of Pat's bloody-mindedness. By three I had quietly eliminated the rogue file, the network was running again and the computer room was to be reinstated.
I was able to recruit the services of my tenth years to move the computers back - I knew Pat could find reasons to stall the move if I left it to him. No more teaching InfoTec without computers - until the next crisis.
Wednesday 23rd March
I felt emboldened to ring up the CRE and speak to the man who answers the phone but doesn't know anything about computers. He said that the man who did know about computers had been unable to find anything wrong with ours and they were sending it back.
Thursday 24th March
Unscheduled shopping trip to Safeways. Met John who inquired why I didn't go to the Co-op and I enquired why he didn't. He then told me that his curate had committed the ultimate, but unfortunately unpunishable sin of defecting to the Methodists.
He then delivered some remarks about Methodists which would have made the reverend Ian Paisley's views on Catholics seem positively ecumenical. I listened in rising bewilderment until I saw the expression in his eyes and we both burst out laughing.
We looked round to see that practically everyone in Safeways wanted to see what the vicar was giggling about - and who the strange woman with him was. I took his arm and led him in the general direction of the condom counter but he wasn't having any. He "made an excuse and left" as NoW journalists once said.
I don't know what the curate's defection actually means but I am sure that John was not unhappy to see the back of him.
I have just remembered that the curate's name was Victor and that a "curate" is a small poker. I don't think I will be able to explain that joke to John.
Friday 25th March
One of the current "buzz words in Education" (apart from "buzz words in education" that is) is "cascades". The idea is that some hapless individual - usually Oz - goes off on a course and then comes back and tells us all about it.
Oz came in to one of my tenth year lessons to tell me about such a "cascading" session and Mandy (who is called Mandy Lifeboats so frequently I call her that myself) and her friends had a fit of the giggles.
It transpires that a "cascading session" means something QUITE different in Mandy's little circle. It sounds perfectly unhealthy.
Saturday 26th March
I told James about Mandy's "cascading sessions." Fortunately he didn't express any interest. You never know with him.
Sunday 27th March
Ninth year marking.
Monday 28th March
As far as I'm concerned, the holiday hasn't begun until James goes to work and I don't. I am being virtuous and spending at least an hour a day marking. Well today anyway. This way those wretched projects which I got my
Then there came a summons to Peter's office and the news that I was being covered for the rest of my lessons today.
The problem was that the network had gone down. Peter tries to take an intelligent interest in computers and he knows enough to make it difficult to pull the wool over his ears.
I started in his office, although I had a feeling I would find the solution to the problem in another office. I started printing out his autoexec.bat and config.sys files on the printer and giving him a bit of an ear-bashing about the computer room.
Then I solemnly went off to every other member of SMT to print out their autoexec.bat files. I happened to know what these files contained - they had to be the same - but a batch file is only as good as the actual files it lists and if one of those is a rogue file some discontented employee had installed the previous night ...
I took the opportunity to sound out opinion and by the time I had finished, I had acquired a fair list of examples of Pat's bloody-mindedness. By three I had quietly eliminated the rogue file, the network was running again and the computer room was to be reinstated.
I was able to recruit the services of my tenth years to move the computers back - I knew Pat could find reasons to stall the move if I left it to him. No more teaching InfoTec without computers - until the next crisis.
Wednesday 23rd March
I felt emboldened to ring up the CRE and speak to the man who answers the phone but doesn't know anything about computers. He said that the man who did know about computers had been unable to find anything wrong with ours and they were sending it back.
Thursday 24th March
Unscheduled shopping trip to Safeways. Met John who inquired why I didn't go to the Co-op and I enquired why he didn't. He then told me that his curate had committed the ultimate, but unfortunately unpunishable sin of defecting to the Methodists.
He then delivered some remarks about Methodists which would have made the reverend Ian Paisley's views on Catholics seem positively ecumenical. I listened in rising bewilderment until I saw the expression in his eyes and we both burst out laughing.
We looked round to see that practically everyone in Safeways wanted to see what the vicar was giggling about - and who the strange woman with him was. I took his arm and led him in the general direction of the condom counter but he wasn't having any. He "made an excuse and left" as NoW journalists once said.
I don't know what the curate's defection actually means but I am sure that John was not unhappy to see the back of him.
I have just remembered that the curate's name was Victor and that a "curate" is a small poker. I don't think I will be able to explain that joke to John.
Friday 25th March
One of the current "buzz words in Education" (apart from "buzz words in education" that is) is "cascades". The idea is that some hapless individual - usually Oz - goes off on a course and then comes back and tells us all about it.
Oz came in to one of my tenth year lessons to tell me about such a "cascading" session and Mandy (who is called Mandy Lifeboats so frequently I call her that myself) and her friends had a fit of the giggles.
It transpires that a "cascading session" means something QUITE different in Mandy's little circle. It sounds perfectly unhealthy.
Saturday 26th March
I told James about Mandy's "cascading sessions." Fortunately he didn't express any interest. You never know with him.
Sunday 27th March
Ninth year marking.
Monday 28th March
As far as I'm concerned, the holiday hasn't begun until James goes to work and I don't. I am being virtuous and spending at least an hour a day marking. Well today anyway. This way those wretched projects which I got my
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