My knees are still hurting a little from my Antarctic expedition yesterday. Strange how I'm the only one who's suffering. I think it might be a genetic marker, indicating that my ancestors lived mainly in flat areas of land, or else my knees are clapped out from some of the laborious work I once indulged in. Either way, it's quite odd that I have no problem walking uphill, but as soon as I start walking downhill, my kneecaps inform me that they're most displeased with such a mode of travel!
I'm still deeply busy writing this assessment. It's pretty much done as far as I'm concerned, with just one itsy bitsy problemo. There's a Word Count limit of 5,000, with a 10% margin to play around with. I just weighed in at 7,628 words, so now I'll have to do some whole-scale chopping to get it right down to a suitable length. Given the quality of what I've written, I simply can't afford to lose marks for exceeding the stated word count.
In a few weeks time I should be finding out which school I'll be spending my probationary year teaching at. I expect to be placed locally or near enough, but it doesn't work like that. I could in fact be sent somewhere beyond commuting distance, in which case, I might have to move house. Just for a year? It's a distinct possibility. The rules are; you have 3 years to complete your probation, you can go where you're sent or go it alone, in which case it will take a year plus a term to complete. If you go it alone and fail to teach for a year and a term within 3 years, then you have to go back to University and go through a whole year's training again. No wonder people are falling over themselves to join the profession!
