Planet Mad

It's a funny time of year. The kids are manically working away, striving to squeeze every last minute's worth of work from their days, lurching from one exam to another. From my point of view, though, it's a slack time. Admittedly there's the occasional invigilation, but a lot of normal lessons have become independent revision lessons: the kids choose their own priorities and work with little guidance from me. As a result, I've spent the last two days writing reports, hindered only by random questions, and not all to do with economics/business, either.

Them: If you're multiplying two fractions, can you divide down going across, or just diagonally?
Me: Eurm. Dunno.
Them: What years was Regan president?
Me: Eurm. Dunno.
Them: What happened at Little Rock?
Me: Eurm. Dunno.
Them: Do you know anything?
Me: Eurm. Dunno.

Personally, I blame it on the sun. It was glorious yesterday; so much so that I gave up on report-writing and headed out to a comfy bench and watched a couple of hours of cricket. It was the annual prep school cricket competition, and no player was over the age of 11. I normally watch school's first XI, so it was a bit of a shocker to see all these wee boys running round. Even more amusing were the parents, proudly watching their darling offspring and trying to out-do each other with competitive point scoring: "Our Henrietta's just started a medical degree at Birmingham" "Only at Birmingham? Charles is in his second year at Oxford, you know". Social schmoozing sucks. Let's hope I never turn out like that.

Last night was my duty night, so I spent it upstairs in the matron's flat. Our Matron, Jen, is also my assistant Guider, and the two of us are doing the QMing for summer camp. Trying to work out the quantities of cheese needed for 40 people's worth of tacos was amusing, but slightly brain-numbing. At least that's all done now - just shopping lists to type up, equipment to buy, and we're ready to go!