Came across this today, a staircase cum bookcase that anyone would be proud to have in their house. It helps if you have time to read, and if you happen to have a life of leisure. Unfortunately for me, I haven't been able to find hardly anytime to read of late. My Uni course is all consuming, and even more so the periods while on school placement. There's no respite! And, even Summer when it eventually comes will offer very little in the way of down-time, as it looks like I might have to seek employment until around the time when the schools go back.
My love of a good book is no secret in these parts. I'm sure I've mentioned it several times in the past. I won't read just any old rubbish though. It has to leave me thinking, or at least take me on some sort of journey. I have no time for disposable fiction, books need to have longevity. A good book is the one I can come back to in 5 or 10 years, and enjoy it all over again. The trouble with this sort of attitude to books, is; I never throw them away. I just accumulate them, and they accumulate dust, or sit in boxes in the attic waiting for retrieval. I know that I've got some good books up there, and as I can't remember which ones, that's good! I can read them again soon, if I ever have the time.
So, it's back to school on Monday for another 4 week block of teacher training. However, I'm in a different school this time, and the circumstances are also very different. I won't go into details just yet, no doubt I'll have plenty to post about in due course. This placement is followed up by another even harder assessment than the last one. Then it's a group presentation in front of half the Uni, followed by another school placement just to round the year off. It's been tough and it's not over yet. Probably a third of the students on the course have dropped out, and soon others will be getting kicked out, while even more will fall. It's not for the faint-hearted, that's for sure!
