I've gotten into this habit of thinking sleeping any later than 8 is a lie in.
That's what 5 weeks of getting up at 6:30 get you I suppose.
Days last a lot longer when you get up early every morning.
Have to actually go into uni in a minute to give the library one last visit of the year and tell the uni that they owe me money.
Can't be bothered to leave my house though.
I passed my driving test... finally. With one minor and in London with it's maniac drivers.
And it only took me 3 years, with a huge hiatus to be fair, but still.
Today: my friends and I raced for life.
It was lots of fun.
It was really hot.
& in the end we raised over £300 for the amazing charity that is Cancer Research UK.
It's ridiculously sunny today and it's the first day I haven't had to work or go somewhere for weeks.
...So I'm going to spend it in my room complaining about how hot it is.
Yesterday was so sad.
I was practically crying from the morning register when the class teacher told the children I was leaving, and I found most of them attached to me all day.
And then during the Student of the Week assembly they gave me this beautiful card and a present (wrapped in Doctor Who wrapping paper and everything!).
I'm really not good with leaving classes, especially this boisterous bunch. They were lovely.
In other news, the second the last bell went my friend and I went to the pub to celebrate the end of placement and got reasonably tipsy.
Then when I came home we had a power cut, because my area's shit.
My room is so hot.
I could probably start charging people to use it as a sauna.
It's my last day with my class tomorrow. I'm going to cry, I can see it happening already. I was welling up today when they were all asking me why I was going.
I'm going to miss my Rainbows so much, and the whole of the Early Years at my school. They're all so lovely and fun.
Went out for a meal in Kingston tonight with the housemates for my friends birthday, which is a month away, but we're all going home in the next week or so.
Enjoy this picture of my brothers and me with our old horse.
He was called Danny Boy and he was oh so lovely.
My brother's holding my hand... unusual. They both spent most of my childhood bullying me from my memory.
(This picture is being uploaded because I look hideous, and you got a fun childhood story to go with it. Aren't you lucky?)
Way too much time on my hands today.
I could be actually writing up my lesson plans for next week, but I'm not being observed so I probably won't. Good practice right there.
Today I intend on watching countless TV programmes, perhaps starting a new book, eating, and sleeping.
Love weekends.
I feel like it should be Friday.
So done with this week.
Tomorrow I should probably actually write up some lesson plans, evaluations and assessments.
I haven't for the last two days and if my tutor casually checks my folder next week and realises I haven't done anything since my last observation I'll be screwed.