One Foot Out the Door

Well, I live to work another week. Found out today that I'm needed for at least the rest of this week. No clue about next week, though *sighs*. The uncertainty is starting to get to me a bit. The DoS is just lucky I live at home so money worries aren't as much of a worry as they would be if I didn't.

As it is, my life is on hold until I know what's happening with this job *sighs*

I've been looking into futher education possibilites to make myself more employable. There are two options...

1) A DELTA (Diploma of English Language Teaching to Adults)
2) A Masters in TESOL

Pro's of a DELTA...
- it's over in two months.
- Internationally recognised (from all that I've researched)

Con's...
- Nearly $5000 up front.
- I'd have to move to Sydney for 2 months to do it.
- There's no possible way I'd be able to work at the same time as do my DELTA. That means that I'll be supporting myself with no money coming in...in one of the most expensive cities in Australia.
- I've most likely missed the intake for Feb, so I'll have to wait until September next year before I even start.

I just don't have that kind of money up front... and then to be able to support myself with no incoming... *shakes head*. It's almost enough to make me want to curl up into a corner and cry.

...actually, I've done that a bit the last few weeks as it is (crying in corners, that is).

Pro's of the MA TESOL...
- I can do it with HECS (Learn now, pay later)
- It's in Brisbane. I know people there that'd be willing to help me with a place to stay etc. if I have problems.
- Some of the subjects they're offering.... <3!!! Utter love! Subjects I've loved for years and just never been able to study due to time/lack of decent books to read (They history of the English language starting with early Anglo-Saxon to present day dialects and why they formed the way they did! ... yes, I'm a bit of a language nerd/geek/whatever.)
- Internationally recognised..and if I ever do get that job in America that I've been talking about for a while, then it's more recognised than doing a DELTA.
- I know the University that offers it (It's where I got my first degree).
- I have the option of getting a PhD if I so desire (and seriously... I'd love to get one of those one day!)
- My CELTA gives me some credit towards the degree.
- You've gotta have at least a year's experience to even think about applying.
- I'm sure there are more Pro's but my brain is fried from work today.
- I think they're still accepting applications for the start of next semester. And even if they're not, the semester after starts in June.
- A lot of the subjects are linguistic based, and I know that I can do those subjects. An old Uni 'friend' (who I've since found out used to pass off my work in drama class as hers) used to study linguistics... I'd help her with her homework. I found it easier to understand than she did (and she was sitting in the lectures!)

Con's of the MA TESOL
- I'd have to move to Brissy for at least a 1 1/2 years.
- It's much longer than the DELTA.
- $13,000 (But, hey, I can pay through HECS so, while it is cringe worthy, it's not upfront!)
- I'll have to get a part-time job down there (but Brisbane does have a few different language schools, so I'm not without work options. Heck, I'll work in a cafe if I have to!)

I've sent off an email to the Uni department that runs the course. See how long it takes them to get back to me with details etc. Who knows, I might be a Uni student again soon... scary thought.

I've got some decisions to make no matter what way you look at it.

...and the ways that they amuse us.

So, I have new students. Level tests were last week (I hate Hell week!) so I've got a couple of new students in my class. One of them, a Korean girl, was a last minute addition (literally. I'm walking out the door and the DoS grabs my role off me and scribbles her name at the bottom) with a "She's yours. Enjoy" and this strange look on his face. It was a bit odd but I thought nothing of it.

Anyway, I start class, nothing odd there. Hecky was absent, I just figured she was a little lost. It happens, though if I get one more student asking me "Where's Dugong?" I might just go postal and start flinging people off the balcony.

For those wondering, Dugong is one of those classrooms that you can see, but figuring out how the bloody hell to get into is is a bit of a problem. You've got to go into the student's travel club and another door to get in there. It's all very complicated. If you see a student wandering around after class starts looking lost on Monday or Tuesday that's the classroom they're most likely looking for.

30 minutes after the start of class I see these two Korean girls, one short, one really, really tall, wander past my door looking lost. I go out (sucker that I am) to see if they're okay. Short one was my student, Hecky. Her friend, who'd been moved up into the same level, wanted to stay with her and attend my class....

Er, no way. Not happening. If she's not on my role, she doesn't sit in my class. It's as simple as that. I told big friend (who's bigger than me, for cryin' out loud!) to go to reception and ask them. Big friend couldn't go on her own. Hecky had to go with her and hold her hand.

So, off the two went and I wandered back into class. Hecky got added to my 'to toss off the balcony' list and I went back to teaching the class. Fifteen minutes later Hecky comes back into class sans her friend. I figured reception had said no. (I since found out that the friend was 45 minutes late to her class and told her teacher some convoluted story about her bike breaking down with absolutely no mention of an attempt to muscle into a different classroom).

So, I warn the DoS about what's been happening during break time in case they should come to him and ask. He pretty much says "No" and that was it...after calling me scary (as I'd told him what'd happened by acting out what I'd done. His reaction... "Jeez, Sheena. You're scary when you're angry!". I wasn't so much angry as frustrated. It took them 10 minutes to understand. 'No, you can't come in here. Go to reception' *eyeroll*).

I come back after break to find big friend in my classroom again. Okay, don't panic, she's probably just visiting her friend. Nope. She honest to go looms over me (which is most disturbing, let me tell you...and it pisses me off. I hate people looming over me trying to intimidate) to tell me that reception had said yes to Hecky joining her friends class as long as I said yes. I had no problem with it as long as the other teacher was okay (if it got them both out of my hair then good riddance!).

Now, this took 15 minutes of my class time to try and get this across to them...how the bloody hell did they manage to advance to my class? How? I ask you? I speak at nearly full speed and joke with these guys (and they get the jokes 9 times out of 10). They may be lower-intermediate but I push them pretty hard (I actually had one girl writing things like "I whiled away my weekend lying on the beach" in her writing tasks by the time I was finished with her).

*gah!*

So, once they'd managed to understand this they both disappear to the other class to go and pick on the other teacher. Hecky comes back about 15 minutes after this and kinda sulks for the rest of the class. I'm guessing the teacher said no.

I thought this would be the end of it. I've said no, the other teacher's said no, end of story.

Nope. Not even close.

I come in to the office after classes are finished for the day and notice the two of them sitting and pouting in reception (you have to walk through the reception area to get to the teacher's refuge...er, office ^_^).

Before I go any further I should probably describe these two. One's tall and has some meat on her bones (for a Korean. She'd be considered thin by Australian standards, but if she's anything like my Japanese student she probably thinks she's fat. Seriously, Moco is tiny, skinny as and thinks she's too fat *eyeroll*. I just tell her if she's fat then I must be a whale), one's short. They've both got hair that's styled and coloured exactly alike. They dress similarly, and they do their make-up exactly the same. They co-ordinate their shoes!... it's terrifying!

So, since their two teachers aren't letting them swap into the same class they've come back to try reception again. It's not going to work. Head receptionist/marketing lady/sweetheart goes out the back to the DoS to let him know what's going on. Out he goes to sort them out. It takes him a good 20 minutes but he comes back in looking like he's ready to tear his hair out...but satisfied. He's also said no and his word is final.

He also did an imitation of them which was disturbingly accurate and quite hilarious...complete with falsetto, stamping feet, eye-rolling, crossed arms, and pouting.

In other news I've got some more corker student names for you *grins*

Already on the list: HongKi, DongKi, Jedi

Please note that these two students that I'm about to mention are male.... Su and Dolli... I shit you not.

Also, I may or may not have a job come Friday. It all really depends on whether or not they get a couple of more students to sign up next week. If they do, I have a job. If they don't, then I'm unemployed. *shrugs*. There's still relief teaching, etc...and I need a couple of weeks of rest. I haven't had a decent sit down and relax in two years. It would be nice to have a permanent job though.

Students did surveys today in class. What they thought of their teacher in both the morning and afternoon classes (they have different teachers in the afternoons). We weren't supposed to read them but half the teachers did (I didn't). Tom was dropping his head into his hands with this resigned bemusement on his face and a "You're not supposed to read the bloody things you dolts!" (He's British) comment.

He was muttering something about sending out a memo when I left this afternoon for home.

Anyway, he read out to us some of the more amusing ones (some of them were hilarious). As I was walking past his office on the way to my afternoon class he stopped me for a minute. He'd just finished reading my student reviews. He had this massive grin on his face. According to him mine were "Absolutely excellent! Exceptional even!". He then proceeded to read out one to me:

"Sheena is strong and kind and has a good mind"

*massive grin*

I'm feeling pretty good right now ^______________________________^

Of course it turned into a bit of a downer when I got back from break. There was a message on my phone from the ATO (Australian Taxation Office) asking me to call them as soon as possible. I spent most of the rest of the afternoon worrying about what the heck they could possibly want.

Turns out they wanted to know a) why I never lodged a tax return in 2006 (I was overseas. That's been cleared up). b) Why I didn't lodge a form in 2002 when there was a record of a group certificate for $85 with $16 taken out in tax (WTF?! I say! It must've been a slow day in teh office) for the entire year. and c) why there was no record of tax lodgement from before 2005 (minus that one off in 2002).

I basically said that I couldn't remember why I didn't lodge a tax return back in '02. I thought I had. I was overseas in '06 and didn't work, and I didn't lodge a tax return before '05 because I was studying at University for crying out loud!!!

Anyway, the lady was really helpful and she's sending me out a 2002 tax pack and all the information I need to fill it in (for the $16 *shakes head*).

As I said, must've been a slow day at the office.

What a way to end the week.

Staff meeting today. DOS had his serious face on and was using his quiet voice before the meeting... scary!. Turns out that our school has the worst student satisfaction rating in Australia (79% are happy, which I would've thought is pretty good. That's nearly 80% and you can't please everyone, but aparently that's the worst rating in the whole country for our chain of schools... I'd like to know how much the next school was).

They (the students) do surveys when they're leaving to let the school know what they think of it and he'd taken the worst of the comments (cutting out names etc) and given them to us to see. Some of them were really biting. i.e: Things like the teachers don't know how to teach, they should check that before they hire us that we can and that we're only in it for the money.

Ouch!

Yes, the pay is good, but I'd still do this bloody job even if it didn't pay well. I actually like my job! It's the first one I've ever found that I actually look forward to going into work.

Of course, we as the teachers never hear about any of this until it's time for staff meetings. Some of the older teachers got quite cranky about that (Older as in age wise, not length they've been at the school. Babara, the lady who sits across from me, was having a good old rant... I agreed with some of it. He really should've given us some of the nicer comments that students were saying as well as the really nasty ones). It was decided that, if we want to hear it, the DOS can give us a general outline of what's being said so that we can, hopefully, improve what we're doing.

Ugh... just ugh... What a way to end the last few weeks. Week before last was 'Hell Week' (with exams and ISR's), then the counselling last week and then this today.

Thankfully, my leaving students this week were happy. They enjoyed the classes and they'd recommend the school to anyone who wants to come to Australia *breathes a sigh of relief*. There were a couple of things they said that they wished I'd done more of (Grammar and Vocab) but generally they were happy. Some of the teachers when they went in to talk to teh DOS... yeah, they had to close the door. I always worry when he tells me to close the door.

Right, onto good news. The desk I've been using is now officially my desk! I came back into the staff room today for lunch and the big pile of folders that have been stopping me from getting my feet comfortable were gone. Then I checked the drawers, which had been full of folders and junk, to find them all empty. w00t! I have a desk! And my handbag can now go into the drawer instead of being dumped on the floor. My CD player can go under the desk drawers instead of sitting out in the middle of the walk way.

Other good news:

I has an iPod. It is shiny! 120g iPod Classic. I've spent the last week playing with it and iTunes trying to work out how it works. I think I've got it all figured out (could someone tell me why I avoided iPods in the first place? It's much simpler to use than my Zen). My old Creative Zen is starting to die a slow and painful death. I turned it off the other day and then a few hours later discovered that it had gone and turned itself back on when I wasn't looking. It's also been freezing on me for a while. It started when I was in Poland. I'm beginning to wonder if it was the extremely cold weather that half killed it. Dropping it a few times probably didn't help either.

It needs a name. My new laptop is called 'Precious' so I need to work out what to call the iPod. I bought a case to go with it. Impact resistantish plastic so if I do drop it the plastic will take the hit, not the iPod.

That's the theory, anyway.

I'm going out with one of Mum's friends (who I also get along with) tomorrow night. We're going for dinner and then we're going out clubbing. Should be interesting if nothing else. You know you spend too much time at home when your parents start telling you you don't go out enough and then organise for you to go out clubbing with someone *laughs*.

I'm also thinking about taking up dancing again. Not Irish, I still limp first thing in the morning, and when I've been sitting still for a period of time, so I don't think that would be the wisest course of action if I want to keep walking in my old age, but possible something Latin? There's a school here in Cairns that does Salsa, Flamenco (which could be fun) and Argentine Tango. I'm going to check that out and if it looks okay I might start that up.

It will get me out of the house if nothing else.

Dad: *attempting to imitate my voice* I'm not going to do competitions!
Me: Well, I'm not!
Dad: Yeah, I've heard that one before *laughs*

Oh, headslap moment of the week:

American Tourist in line at KFC: Do fillets have bones in them?
Server: O.o o.O O.O... um... no...
Me: *mental headslap* no.

This was a conversation I had with J Group the other night (Yes, that group. I'm seriously going to miss them when I head back to Australia). We were discussing things that we eat (for some unknown reason).

Students: Have you ever tried black sausage?
Me: No, and I don't want to either *shudder*
Students: Why? It's good!
Me: It has blood in it.
Students: But it's good!
Me: It has blood in it. I draw the line at that. I'm not a Vampire
Patryk: *makes sucking noises and pretends to chew on Adam's neck*

I just about fell off the desk laughing at that point.

13 days 'til I finish up my contract in Poland and counting!

Just gah!

So, my boss likes dumping a shitload of stuff on us at the last minute and stressing us out competely.

We did the bloody syllabus for all of our classes back in November, but because there's this lady coming from Kratorium for three days from the 10th she wants us to redo them way more in-depth.

This would be fine if she'd given us more than a weeks warning! Seriously, we don't get time to do this stuff during the week so we have to try and cram it into the weekend at some point between exam and essay marking and, you know, trying to have a life. Normally I'd be fine 'cause I'm supposed to have Fridays off as well, but for the last three weeks she's come up with excuses (some viable, some not) so that I've had to take Group F (who she knows I despise). (Normally I only see them once a week. I'm seriously ready to strangle them) So, I haven't had my normal Friday off in nearly a month. Okay, great, I get more money out of it (I'm trying to save up for Paris here), but I'm so close to throwing something heavy (preferably a bi-lingual dictionary or two) at some of them.

Example: There's one girl in the class who thinks she's ever so clever. I'll spend 10-15 minutes trying to explain a word or a concept to the class. The class will get it and we'll move on. She'll wait about 5 minutes and then ask me "Sheena, what's (insert word or concept I've just finished explaining) mean?" so that I have to try and explain it again. Then she'll smirk and go "Joking!"

Also, I'm starting to hate my name. I'm not kidding. It's just how this group (mainly the girls) say it. Shi-na~a~ah with a whine added to the 'a' sound while they go up and down the scales *shudders*.

Right, back to what my boss has dumped onto us. We get observed occasionally. We were, aparently, supposed to fill out paperwork after we'd been observed. I'm fine 'cause I've only had her come in once and that was last week, but Agnes' was back in December. We just got given the paperwork on Wendesday and she wants it back by Monday. She couldn't have given us this stuff the day of our observation class why?

She also wants in depth lesson plans (as in step by bloody step) for whatever class this lady is coming to watch (She's watching Group I for me.*scowls* Not exactly my best behaved class) I despise having to do these 'cause they take me three or four hours to do. And guess what day she wants it back by... yep, Monday.

Add on the marking that I'm supposed to be doing and you get one stressed out Sheena.

Also, I can't even walk on flat ground here when it's been snowing. I damn near broke my wrist this week walking to work. It had been raining and then the temperature dropped suddenly and the rain froze on top of the snow, then it snowed, rained again, froze, snowed... I didn't realise what I was walking on was slippery and up went my legs over my head. I came down really hard on my right wrist. Seriously thought I'd broken it for a minute or two it hurt that much. It's okay, a bit sore and bruised, but nothing's broken.

Now for some fun stuff ^____^.

Group C (the little kids 7-9 year olds) called me a cannibal the other day because I eat Kangaroo.

Zuzanna: Sheena Cannibal!
Me: What? Me?
Zuzanna: Yes! Eat Kangaroo! Cannibal!
Me: No, I'm not! Cannibals eat people. Cannibals eat *starts pointing to different students* you, and him, and him, and her, and her, and me.
Mateusz: *slides down in his seat until all I can see is the very top of his head. Picks up his ruler and starts waving it about like some sort of demented swordsman* Cannibals no eat Mateusz! Yes, eat Bartosz 2!! *waves his ruler-cum-sword about some more*
Bartosz 2: *looking confused* What?

That class is always good for a laugh. They say the strangest things sometimes.

Today is apparently a big Polish celebration thingy (yes, another one. They have a lot of them). It's the feast of St. Andzrej, or St. Andrew in English. One of my private students, Marzena, was trying to explain it to me the other day, but I didn't quite twig onto what she was talking about (She was talking about wax and keys and wax keys and witches and dripping wax into a cup full of water and I got thoroughly confused *laughs*).

Background information here. The Poles don't actually celebrate their birthday after a certain age. They celebrate their Nameday. The day that the Polish saint they share their name with has their celebration. So, anyone called Andzrej will celebrate their nameday on the 29th of November. Some Namedays are bigger than others. Andzrejki is one of the really big ones. They have balls, parties and celebrations for it. For example getting wax keys and dripping the wax into water to get your fortune told. (On a side note, F group gave me the Polish name Mariszka which is some variation of Marie, my middle name. I think because 'Sheena' sounds very close to szynka, ham).

So, I got to class yesterday and my eight year olds were really, really excited about something. I had a deck of cards shoved under my nose and my wrist grabbed by another. They then mimed taking a card (using me as a puppet). I take one and get "NO, THREE!!!!" yelled rather loudly in my ear by Ola (Ola doesn't have an inside voice. She has loud, and she has shrieking). So, I take three cards and get completely baffled when Zuzanna snatches the cards off me, flips them face up, and then points going "No, No, Yes *shrug* No".

Me:....wha?
Students: Start this convoluted explanation, mainly in Polish but with a few random English words thrown in (I'm so proud. They didn't known any English back in September).
Me:.... still not getting it guys. *thinks and then starts motioning them to follow me* Come with me! *drags them into the office and get them to explain it to Agnes*

(Looks up at her ceiling...WTF are the people above me doing? They sound like a heard of elephants!)

Turns out they wanted to tell me my fortune. You pull three cards out at random. Red means yes, black means no. Get more reds than blacks and whatever you wish for will come true. So, they told me my fortune, told each other their fortunes (using as much English as they knew interspersed with lots of Polish, handwaving, and 'Green'Blackboard drawing) and then told me all about how "Big dog, and big dog is small dog!" and then proceeded to draw two dogs kissing on the board with an equals sign and a small dog. They now know that a baby dog is called a 'puppy'.

Mateusz then said something to them about a contract and I heard my name mentioned and the students looked horrified. It took a bit of work, lots of drawing on the board (Bartosz #1 is surprisingly good at snap drawings that make sense) but I found out that Mateusz had told them that I was going back to Australia when my contract was up. They really don't want me to go. I had to reassure them that I wasn't leaving until June (and there's no way I'm staying for another year, but I'm not telling them that. They'd never let me leave the classroom). The only way Mateusz could've known that was from his sister (I teach his Magdalena, his sister in my high beginner teenager class).

Oh, and Bartosz #2, the one who used to go from little sweetheart to psycho stabbing boy in the blink of an eye, has turned clingy. He'll come up to me while I'm working with one of the other kids and just lean up against me. Or, if I'm working with him, he leans up against my side while I'm going over stuff... o.O. At least he's not trying to stab me with a pen or yank my hair out anymore. And he's started trying to do the work (as opposed to before where he'd just sit there and not try..and then attempt to stab me with a pencil when I walked past him).

'I' group behaved themselves (for the most part) as well. We were doing the first conditional, always fun.

'J' Group had a unit test. I walked in with a cup of coffee (I usually drink tea, but this was instant cupaccino and didn't have much caffeine in it. Besides, I was going to spend the whole lesson doing filing/paperwork. I needed it to stay awake). I can't quite remember exactly what we were talking about, but the general conversation went something like this:

Jarek: Sheena, can you hand me that shit of paper, please.
Class: *cracks up laughing*
Me: Um, I think you mean the sheet of paper
Jarek: That's what I said!
Me: No, you said "Shit of paper"
Jarek: Oh, what's the difference?
Me: *proceedes to explain the pronunciations differences between sheet and shit*
Jarek: oooooh, so it's like 'beach' and 'bitch'.
Me: Yup. *walks into the office to grab something*
Boss: What were you talking about in there? We could hear you!
Me: Pronunciation of 'sheet' and 'beach' *thinking 'please don't yell at me for swearing in the classroom'*
Boss: Good! Those are important things to know. *goes on about how the slightest difference can mean the person is swearing when they don't actually mean to*
Me: Oookay... I have to get back to class now.

I get back the classroom, give them their tests an then proceed to watch them go from overconfident body language to this 'Oh, my god, what the hell is this?!?!' slouched position. They told me later that I killed them with that test. Personally, I think they thought this one would be a cake-walk after the first test and didn't study as much as what they could have.

But, that was my thursday. Interesting enough to post. I've been invited to Agnieszka's place for a party on Sunday. I have to bring a plate of food. I'm going to make a salad. Agnieszka is a Polish English teacher at the local high school (as opposed to Agnes, who is my co-worker at LEKTOR). She's fascinated with my Australian accent and can't believe how many glottal stops we use. She's apparently inviting a whole heap of English teachers. It'll be nice to meet some people outside of LEKTOR that I can actually talk to. My social circle is tiny right now. Agnes, Agneiszka, Lucja (the boss) and that's it. They're all I can really communicate with. I miss my Chinese social circle (good news is that I'm visiting one of them in Paris in April. It'll be good to see her).

( My Dragons )

... Polish Fire Drills.

Seriously, I do. Not only do I get out of class for 20 minutes to 30 minutes (and that's always a good thing when you've got a class you despise), but when they decide to have a fire drill, they decide to have a fire drill!

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I got into work today at about 3:15pm (I start at 3:30 and just couldn't be arsed leaving home 'cause it was cold, wet and windy). Lucja was already there and I didn't even have time to get my jacket off before she was going "Sheena, your students must have their jackets on the back of their chairs today. There will be a fire drill at around 4"

Me: Okay *thinking SWEET!! It's with F group. I hate F group.

So, I wander into the classroom and tell them to put their jackets on the back of their chairs 'cause there was going to be a fire drill.. they managed to work out what I wanted them to do and why between them.

I was thinking the fire drill was going to be like the ones I had back home in Australia when I was at school... nope, not even close!

Anyway, I'm teaching the class and the kids wanted me to take them outside before the alarm actually went off (which kinda defeats the purpose of the fire drill, really, but there you have it). I had to keep going "NO! We have to wait until we hear *taps her ear* the alarm".

I was so glad when that alarm went off. I was just about ready to strangle some of those kids.

So, alarm goes off and I manage to hear it before the kids do o.O (which is scary 'cause I was up the front of the classroom right next to the CD player and it was turned right up).

*ALARM*
Me: Okay, people. Let's go. Get your jackets and line up at the door.
*students chatter excitedly and take their sweet time doing their jackets up*
Me:*shoving students out the door with their jackets half on* Talk and zip people, we have to move!. Do you want to burn to death?

....surprisingly they got that I wanted them to do their jackets up while they were walking down the hall.

We get down to the entryway and there's what looks like smoke billowing down another hallway! Thankfully I've been in enough theatre/dance productions to know what a smoke machine smells like.

Outside is cold, windy and slightly wet but we were being shooed towards the basketball courts off to the side of the building. Cue people diving out the ground floor windows in front of us. They hadn't told the student residents that there was going to be a drill (Lektor hires two classrooms and an office off one of the local public boarding schools) so I'd say they'd opened their doors, saw the smoke and thought 'Nuh-uh... not going that way.... window!!!' and promptly dove out the nearest window.

It was quite fun to watch people leaping out of windows like that and it certainly kept the kids entertained.

THEN The fire engine comes haring down the road and skids into the carpark (cue more people diving out of windows). Firefighters get out and do their thing and then another fire engine comes screaming in. This one nearly took out students as it drives across the court and to the opposite side of the building.

Aparently there were students stuck on a second floor balcony. The other fire engine was to help get the kids/students/teenagers/whatever down from there (note: I was looking at the balcony and rolling my eyes at the kids. They could've jumped it easily... well, maybe they couldn't, but I would've jumped it). Out comes the ladder and I got to watch the fire fighters help the students down the ladder to the ground (I swear the fire fighter on the ladder was copping a feel of the girls butt as she came down. That's what it looked like, anyway).

Unfortunately Lucja decided it was time for us to go back into the classrooms *sigh I could've quite happily stayed out there for the rest of the lesson.

So, I love Polish Fire drills.

My final thoughts on the matter: Thank god it wasn't snowing!



My Dragons (in various stages of growth)


{{ Aishaya}} {{ Timid Wanderer}}