Racing sandals

I'm working on the assumption that I have to start teaching a lesson in about 10 mins. Yes. I'm correct, but to sprint about the room in sandals to ascertain this fact. (They're Birkenstocks. Not Jesus Creepers. You can shut up now.) I know at some point there will be some RS going on. A first lesson with my new class that I always lovingly entitle 'Where's the point in prayer?'

What's the point in anything?! Actually, I'm feeling a heck of a lot better than I did at the beginning of this week. Or at the end of the holidays even. Today I met Derryn Brown's identical twin. Well, I don't think he's related, but the similarity is decidedly ooky. The boys have still been making me laugh, but are now growing to be irritating in equal measures. I had the rather annoying experience of discovering that my image has been used and if you google my name, a photo of me comes up. (bigbrotherbigbrotherbigbrother...) But at least it is not the one that was used in the newspaper. That would be laaaaaame. I'm still getting used to the fact that my job, whilst offering me all sorts of fun experiences, also means that as a teacher here, I end up being involved in all sorts of things that a shy and retiring soul, like myself can't really deal with. A bad photograph of you: one thing. A bad photograph of you in a national newspaper: Quite another.

Plus, one of the kids in my new class might be filmed as part of a programme and there's a small chance they may ask me to be in it. A world of no. Does that cover it?! Right. Must teach...something.