#ticoas

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Old trick is...old.

Howdy Burnfans!

it's Wednesday!  Hooray for that!  I like Wednesday...only three classes...and generally very little fuss...and of course...the only VERY delicious school lunch of the week (usually...sometimes there's a cool lunch on another day...and sometimes they fuck up Wednesday).  Today we had curry...and rice...and kimchi...and some incredible coconut chilli prawns...and watermelon.  Thank you Jesus!

Anyways...aside from what fatty is eating...there's been a little bit of wind and nonsense about the place.  You may remember an earlier post where I outlined that the TICOAS was trying to get the HT to make me teach the 1st and 2nd Grade after school two extra lessons to make up for the fact that one class was cancelled and the other was missed last week.  Well...needless to say...the HT decided that I was in the right, and told TICOAS to piss off.  So...yesterday...a day when I DON'T actuall teach the ASC...the TICOAS complained to the HT that my lessons are 'too difficult' and that I can no longer teach the students how to write.  So...the HT called my CT...and my CT told me this morning.

Old trick is...old.  I mean...come on!  For the past five weeks everything's been fine with my lessons...now...i won't bow to your demands...and there's a quality issue?  Bitch please!  Not fucking likely!  Still...one doesn't get very far in this world if they piss in the bath every time it rains outside...so...I just nodded and said that I'd do my best.  I've spent the best part of my day making the sort of brain melting, mind bending, awesome inducing PowerPoint that will endear the 1st and 2nd Graders to Pappa Burndog...and will throw in a kick arse wordfind, bombgame and worksheet...and then wait for the next complaint...at which point I will go to the HT and demand an Open Class so that she can contemplate my awesomeness and end this nonsense once and for all.

So...all in all...a pretty normal day.

Have an afternoon Burnfans!

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A case of the Mondays? Not likely!

Good Morning Burnchums!

How goes shit?  Gouda?  Feeling sparky?  That's lovely!

Sorry about the silence last week...but Pappa B had the flu!  Yep!  That's right!  I was fucked...all week.  Missed a day of school...last Monday...and generally just felt shit.  It all started the Friday before...when...feeling like a piece of shit...I visited the doctor after school.  Being a Korean doctor he ordered a nurse to give me shot in the arse...and then sent off to the pharmacy to be given little pouches containing various unlabelled pills.  The total damage was about $6 and sore arse...so no complaints there! 

So...I spent the weekend in bed...and waited to magically feel better on the Monday...however (as you may have guessed...because I told you that I missed school on that day...) I felt worse on the Monday!  So...back to the doctor...and another shot in the arse and bags of little pills.  Brilliant!

So...I went back to school on Tuesday and soldiered on (as one is expected to do in Korea).  All was well.  On Wednesday arvo I had to go and assist with our group's efforts in the regional English drama competition display thing.  No drama (aside from the actual drama of the play).  All was well.

Now...I missed the Grade 1 & 2 after school class on Monday (due to near death) and Wednesday (due to being sent to the drama festival)...and on Friday...the Teacher In Charge Of After Scool (or TICOAS as she will be called) called my co-teacher and demanded that I make up the two classes I missed.  I called bullshit.  I mean...I missed one day due to sick leave...and whilst that's on me...it's also well within my rights to be ill...and within the confines of my contract.  The second class I missed was because the PRINICPAL asked me to do some shit...and I did it!  I can't see why I should have to make up those classes...and if so...why not the 3rd Grade classes I missed?  it seems unfair.  Alll or nothing I say! 

Now...when I say I called bullshit...i mean that I tested the temperature with my co...and she seemed to be of the opinion that it was a modrate case of bullshit...so I agreed with her...AND...I offered to make up one of the two classes...as a compromise!  Because...I'm not a cockspadger! 

This was not satisfactory to th the TICOAS...so we're gonna have a Soprano's style 'sit down' with the Head Teacher later today.  Part of me is well aware of the fact that if I say no there's not a lot of blowback that's really possible.  I mean...my boss is on my side...and whilst being offside with the HT is a bad idea...the TICOAS isn't anybody who I need a lot of love from.

I guess what anoys me most is just how fucking petty it is...especially when I am scheduled for 40 minutes with the little tigers...but I routinely spend 50 minutes to an hour with them, giving them extra help with writing or a game.  I don't demand that this time gets recognised or applauded or any shit...BUT...at the same time...if the HT proves inflexible...there'll never be a lesson longer than 40 minutes again.  I promise.

Lines in sand must be drawn...but at the same time...the fact that I'm drawing in sand proves only that there's flexibility...and that I'm in a fucking sandpit.

I must remain calm.

Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.