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Late-breaking news this arvo adds more weight to my theory...

2009 continues to be the Year of the Breakup.

C'mon, peoples... We've only got 17 more days to survive. I really don't want to hear about anyone else calling it quits with their significant other!

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you may remember this?

well, he appears to have been upgraded.

Several times this weekend there have been enquiries after that boy - all using his first name.

Writer's Block: Voulez-vous parler ...
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Which language(s) do you currently speak? If you could learn only one other language, what would you choose, and why?

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I'm a native English speaker - though some might argue that Strine isn't actually English.

I took German lessons through most of primary school (with a couple of years of after-school lessons as a kid, and a year of evening classes when I was 21 or so).

I did some Japanese at uni (then at night as part of a language school), and I taught it to year 7 for a couple of years when I first started teaching.

I know some basic greetings and thank yous in a couple of other languages, but the 3 above are the only ones in which I can sing 'heads, shoulders, knees and toes'...

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I recieved my first Christmas card of the season today...


Red? Thank you; it's lovely. You have beautiful penmanship!

And how did you know I loved a dapper mo' on a fellow? (Especially one as beautifully adorned as this one is...)

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so, I'm on the Internet, under the guise of doing 'school work' (actually - I have to finalise some classes and email them to a couple of people - I have been making the changes, but I've also been fart arsing around on facebook)... while the boy is in the kitchen making fairy bread for my yr7 class party tomorrow.

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  • Friday
    A good day at work. Two of my yr7 kids got up on assembly in the morning to wish me happy birthday... One of the HTs (though not actually one of my HTs) gave me a bunch of flowers, and my English-teacher friend gave me some more flowers and a nice china cup. [info]gnomeangel drove out to my school and presented me with a bunch of helium balloons! (Was a fun walk back to the staffroom, with little kids flocking from everywhere to come see if they could have one! No chance, kiddos...)
    That night, I got picked up by [info]maldini_3 for a birthday dinner in Kingston... (Technically only our 2nd actual date.) 'Twas nice. We headed to a nearby pub afterwards, where the locals were kind enough to entertain us with a bit of biff...

  • Saturday
    Long day at home, proofing yr7 reports and preparing for year advisor comments. I met up with The Boy and a friend of his to see Zombieland... Hey, [info]seal_clubber?? You were right; it's fabulous!! (Bill fucking Murray!) If you haven't already, you should go see it. Gold.

  • Sunday
    My actual birthday. I dropped [info]maldini_3 back home early this morning... And discovered that my old, red car - which he's buying from me - had been side-swiped. We were out of my car, inspecting the damage, when I noticed a car practicing its reverse parks on the other side of the street... The colours matched. I walked across the road, and noticed a large scratch on their bumper. Dumb fucks! Isn't it customary to leave the scene after committing the crime? I managed to get their details, despite their protestations that it must have been somebody else who hit us both, and my insurance company's dealing with it.
    My parents came down to Canberra for the day... First up, the four of us (The Boy met us in there) hit the National Gallery for their current exhibition... 'Twas good. We lucked upon a tour, which was interesting. I'm not really arty; it was nice to have things explained to me! I got to see one of my favourite paintings in the flesh, too :)
    Out to lunch afterwards... It went well, I think. Mum actually commented to me later that "he seems nice" - she's never volunteered her thoughts on a boy before...
    We all came back to my place, and set up my new PS3 to play a bit of Beatles Rockband... It was a bit tricky at first, as I'm used to Guitar Hero, but we got the hang of it after a while, and the boy and I spent a chunk of time playing after mum and dad went home.

  • overall
    I had a seriously great weekend. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
    I'm happy to be 30. (I'm happy that 2009 is almost over.) I'm looking forward to the year(s) to ccome.
    I'm not entirely sure how to respond to the card and small gift that HB dropped over while I was out... wtf? But other than that, it was a great birthday...

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I spent a fabulous evening at [info]gnomeangel's tonight with her & her HUBBY, her cousins, [info]maldini_3, a guy Gnome used to work with - who's gonna rent my spare room from Jan!, and a German dude who's couch-surfing his way round the south-east corner of Oz.

Much merriment ensued...

Good food, great company, loads of laughs!

It's 1am on Sunday... This time next week, Ill be 30 years old. Truth be told, I'm actually quite looking forward to it, and to the next few weeks... Fun things planned at school these last couple of weeks before the hols... And I'm very much looking forward to the hols.


In other news, just to test [info]seal_clubber's theory: arsing, fucktardy bastard!

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all the cool kids are leaving my school...

The Gay Music Teacher got a head teacher job a couple of schools over, and will be moving.

The Gay PE Teacher will be focussing on her other business, building her house and having a baby, so won't be back.

The Funky Drama Teacher will be taking a year's LWOP to work in Canberra fulltime.

The Hippy Primary Teacher is taking LWOP to live in a shed on a block of land near the beach, and wash dishes to earn pocket money.

The English Teacher Who's House I Often Stay At will be going part time.

The Art Teacher Who's Nice, But Not Interesting Enough To Have An Adjective Of Any Kind is going part time.




My Good Head Teacher is sticking around, as are a bunch of people who either annoy me, or I have very little to do with.

It's not going to be the same.

I'm looking forward to my classes next year, and continuing working with my year group, but the camaraderie isn't going to be there in quite the same way.

I've started looking at Head Teacher positions. There have been a few I could apply for, but they're in parts of the state I'm not keen on heading to... at this stage. Give me a year, and (if I don't get the language scholarship - which I doubt I will - my principal mis-spelled "educational" in his letter of support *sigh*) I'll start applying.
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I went for a swim here today... This is my favourite surf spot in Shellharbour. It's not necessarily the best around (though it can be quite good), but my parents lived on the street immediately behind it for a few years - they left about a year after I was born, but we'd return quite often to visit the elderly couple who lived next door... and to have a swim. (I learned to body surf here!)

When I hit high school, we had compulsory swimming "lessons" at the saltwater pool just to the north. My first part time job as a 16 year old was only 2 of blocks away from here. I swam here every day while I had chicken pox to try and help the spots heal (so they'd let me onto a plane and into South Africa! Which they did!) I've brought kids from a couple of high schools to this beach for sport. I've seen dolphins and whales off the coast here. The best fish and chip shop in the area is just the other side of that caravan park (unless you want pumpkin scallops... seriously, they're good, but you have to go a couple of kms north-east for those)...

It was nice to come 'home' to it today... We've had a minor heatwave (though in some parts of the country, it's not so minor over recent days, so it was good to cool off.

The surf wasn't actually the best - the waves were small, and breaking quite shallow - but it was enough for me to have a go... After I got my knees driven into the sand a couple of times, then gouged chunks out of my thighs in my desperation to save my bikini bottoms (note to self: if they're too loose in the pool, it's not a good idea to wear them while body surfing!), I decided I'd had enough, and headed back to the shore. I jogged the length of the beach and back, had another dip, then went for another jog before heading back to mum's. 'Twas nice!.


Earlier in the day, I'd gone to the local shopping centre... I ran into a number of people I used to know, and spent quite a bit of time chatting. The longest chat was with the mother of a couple of girls I used to swim with. It was nice to catch up, to offer (very early!) Christmas wishes, and to send kind thoughts after missing family members, but I'm over telling the story of my year. I'm tired of having to explain where HB is, and how I'm coping... I'm doing just fine, thanks. Honestly; it's all good. And thanks, but I really don't need that sympathetic hand pat, or knowing nod. I hear your reassuring words, and believe me, I, too know it'll be ok - because it is. I am. Better than just ok, actually. I've moved on; well on... In fact, all I want is for everything - and everyone - to move on with me. I'm done with "my boyfriend left me" being part of my story. At what point does it not have to be? (I suppose the answer to that is "when I stop making it so"... thank you, zen master... now bite me.)


It's late. I'm hot... I'm going to have a cool shower, then I'll lie on bed, not sleeping for a while.

Have a lovely weekend, peoples... If you can't be arsed popping in here to say hello, give me a little attention on the Facebook or the Twitter, would you?