A wasted morning

Alas, my morning off was spent staring at a screen like a zombie addicted to led light. Just trying to work out a few simple things on the computer, which frustratingly failed to work, has taken up about 5 hours of my life. "why are you not outside?" I hear you ask, the returning question is "Have you SEEN the weather?". The wind is howling, the ferry is not sailing and all the inhabitants of the Isle of Lewis are panic shopping for food. Look out for this little detail next time you visit the island-there is always a lost bag of frozen food or stack of long-keeping food in the very back of the cupboard or freezer. This seems a little strange, as after living here for 8 years teaches you that the shops will always keep a stock to maintain everyone on this bit of rock for at least a month or two. I'm still waiting to see a Lewis storm that lasts for 2 months.

I think by that point even the grass will have blown away.

So, Friday in school. A double dose of listening to the Latin/Classics teacher go on about the "curriculum of excellence". She says that it is just "allowing more stupid people into the education system", and that the new system's philosophy "It is not the content, but the process" is ridiculous. So she spent half the lesson defending her lack of talent in the realm of teaching, and destroying her point completely as she has wasted a lesson on teaching us nothing but her own opinions and nothing on the subject of the lesson. It is on the same lines of talking about a book and then breaking off in min-flow to tell people what you did on a Monday evening 4 years ago, which has no relevance to your point. For us more down-to-earth people this translates as "I am a rubbish teacher! Pay me more".

To keep owr own opinions to ourselves Tim and I spent the whole lesson queitly learning and reading about the Leagal system of ancient Greece and attemping telipathic communication, while the teacher gave us looks of disgust and atemped to insult us in an indireact manner. Yes, the insults cut deep into our hearts, but there is nothing comedy does not fix. Our burst of analisis of what she was really saying and laughter as we left her class achived an effect...perhaps not the desirered one.

We shall see on Wednesday.