Preparation.

So...today I was back at school briefly to meet the class I am taking for the next two days and to find out what the teacher had planned. I went in at 11.50 just before the class went off for P.E (it was taken by someone else completely) and then the teacher could discuss her plans in her free time.There are 21, mixed year 1 and 2 children. There appeared to be a very small and immature child amongst them who looked even too young for prep but it turned out that this was a child who had come with it's mother while she was doing reading groups.There is a child on the autistic spectrum who swears, one with separation anxiety, a terrible fidgeter, a girl who lies and steals things and another who wets herself daily. There is a group of girls who won't come out of the toilets after morning break but apart from that 'they are a lovely bunch' said the teacher.The teacher couldn't give me her planning because the printer was playing up but said she would email it to me later. She went through it with me and it all sounded OK. I have various different people coming in to help at different times and to top it all tomorrow the class is joining with another for an hour to do 'Words Their Way' in the library. The session is being led, the teacher thinks (!) by an outside provider and it is being filmed (!). The other class teacher is also a supply teacher so we will both have no clue what is going on, but apparently we will just have to police.She has given me an hour on Friday afternoon to do my own thing.I looked about for some clue as to what their terms topic might be but there were no displays on the walls....(and this is week 8.)"Do you have a theme or topic you are studying at the moment?" I asked searching for inspiration."No," she said.No theme or topic? Heck, it really is a different world.I came home and was having kittens when the planning still had not arrived by 6.30 PM. Thankfully it came through at 7.00 and I set about printing it out while a rat was rattling about in the corner. I moved the rat trap into the vicinity and read the planning.It is detailed but doesn't light my fire, but when I am finished with it will probably use it to light 'our' fire. (Boom, boom!)I didn't understand the maths lesson whereby I have to present the children with events and they have to tell me if it 'will', 'won't' or 'might' happen. Thank goodness I live with an Australian who can help me with the weirdness of the Australian Education System."Will Mr Allen's hair grow again?" is one example I will supply them with as well as "cats will learn to bark" and " fish will start to catch people".I am not truly convinced I am barking up the right tree but it will make me chuckle the more ridiculous I can get.Science is 'habitats'. Yawn!...walking round the school grounds discussing healthy and unhealthy habitats. I think it is blatantly obvious that the whole place is an unhealthy habitat because I feel sick just thinking about it!Will needed to get to bed early as he is cheese making again tomorrow. Something must be up with the cows because he has ended up with far more milk than normal and so whereas Thursdays would normally be a short day, finishing off a cheese made the day before, he is having to do another full day of cheese making to use it up. I retired early too so as not to disturb him but am not fully 'au fait' with the planning for tomorrow. Sod it! After 27 years if I can't muddle my way through two days it's a poor do.Will is asleep now and I am wide awake typing this on my mobile phone. I have been sleeping very badly until just before Will gets up at 4.00 and then I am out for the count. But tomorrow I have to be up early. Heigh ho!At least the rats and mice are quiet. Oh no! I've left my planning on the table I hope they don't shred it for bedding!Ah, who cares?!