Week 3

>Can't access my gmail very reliably here. The facebook seems to be working better at the moment as is myspace so use those, post a reply on this, or even telephone me if you'd like to get in contact. As ever missing everyone loads.<

Half way through my time here and things were looking up. I found a wicked retro clothes shop in the Grassmarket area of Edinburgh, it's called Armstrongs and is somewhere between Oxfam and a costume shop in it's stock. I got this below the knee and above the belly button, tweed, A line skirt for £7. I wore that, a diamond print t-shirt and sensible shoes last Monday and brought open university dull-as-shit style to the pupils along with a scowl and zero tolerance rules. I found it difficult to align myself with the notion of school discipline, being one to feel like a caged bird at school in my own youth, but the prospect of acting the teacher rather than being it helped me through (long live the spirit of the dressup lunch). So last week I planned all the lessons on the Sunday, behaved like a teacher and it all went swimmingly.

This week however we're at full capacity, two management have left, the Italian and Spanish children are threatening gang war and the weather is muggy - I feel a storm may break...

(to be continued...)