natesmountain (natesmountain) wrote,
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Now that was a week from hell. What a looooong week, especially for the first one back after a two-week break. On Monday we faced a terminal diagnosis for the mother of one of my students. That's going to be hard in the next few months. That'll take some caring. I'm glad we are a religious and caring school when it comes to things like that. It's all part of what we do.
However I almost feel that I am really ready for a new job. I find the annual cycle in school gets boring and I want new ideas, new challenges, new faces. Even though I know I am a good teacher, I don't want to do it at the moment. But the money's good... and it's not far from home... I dunno.

As the final weeks with our senior students start to diminish (one down, four to go), I am starting to think about writing again. I can hardly wait. My friend told me today that he is organising parts of a gay sports meet here in Wellington next year and he suggested I be a recorder at the swimming meet. That's where Keddy met David in my story Identity Crisis, and my friend knows it because I pretty much wrote the story for him and his partner after the Copenhagen Swim Meet. He suggested it'd give me some more writing material. I am so tempted...

Christy finished her first year at University today. It's quite an achievement for her so we had her favourite wine of the moment with our dinner, a pink muscato. Very nice and a nice way to end the week. I think there is soccer tomorrow (Asher made it into an under-19 rep squad yesterday, which isn't bad for a 15 year old - he is very happy!) and then maybe I can have a rest for an hour or two at some stage in the day. I dream of being idle.

I was teaching the little children in our parish about Passover and how it ties into Eucharist last Tuesday evening, and the same topic came up in class with my Year 13 students yesterday. Okay, I said, I'll tell you the whole link to that in three minutes flat, listen carefully. I told them the story of Passover and how the angel of death 'passed over' the homes of the Israelites, and a bunch of students were saying, 'oh, wow, I never got that before' and so on! It was a moment of revelation for them, God help me.
Then one student says, 'Hang on, hang on, what did you say?'
I stared at her, 'Where were you?' (she was, after all, sitting right in front of me).
'Oh, sorry, Miss, I forgot to listen...'

Yeah, get me out of here.
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