382. Teachers need training (1)

The fear of going mad has brought me back here. I thought I was losing my mind. So back to the blog writing therapy.

I had noticed early in the week that my timetable showed a blurred Monday and no this does not mean the teacher will be too hungover to teach, it means that the teacher will be away on some important mission. I cursed and moaned at the time at this system which was a little like a Big Teacher watching and ordering us around. Yet deep down at the bottom of my conscience I admit that if it weren't for the great portal I would not have jnown and missed it all together. And do I want to infuriate my boss?

So after a rush of anger and a good moan I accepted the fact that on Monday I would have to drive over an hour to attend an exceptional course.

Therefore, keen to be prepared ahead of the big day, I planned my packed lunch: dried fruit and nut mix, fresh kiwi and pineapple slices, and a salad drizzled in olive olive, sprinkled with chia and pomegranate seeds and topped with shreds of Parmigiano brought back in Muddy Boots's rucksack all the way from Italy. With that kind of food I was going to be the star of the group, alert at all times, no snoring in the back of the class for me! Yet when I open the stupid portal my timetable was back on to normal! Wait a minute, what was going on? Did someone sneak into the office at the weekend to put me back on a normal timetable and deprive me of an opportunity for professional growth? Or, more likely, was I going mad and had I imagined a blurred Monday? Had I also imagined the ordre de mission (reader, you do know now this is the true heading of official letters in the Education Nationale). Blimey! It was Sunday night and I would have to do the unthinkable, open work mail box. And there it was, and ordre de mission! But then why was I back working on Monday? Think of all the poor students and their huge disappointment! I peered and peered at the document and peered and peered at the timetable: same day! It also stated that the meeting was to be face-to-face and at the same time that the link would be available on some other obscure page in the depth of yet an other platform.

My! I really was going mad!

Since the mail box was opened I sent a mail to 4 recipients and gave up on the pack lunch. I'd wait for the answer first.