And it is feeking worst.
The first week back at school seems to have outdone itself this year, being more tiring, it seems, than any other commencement to the first term that I can recall. I can’t even blame jet lag. My timetable seems to have got worse with classes at the beginning, in the middle (inconvenient for buying lunch) and at the end. Fridays are especially bad with teaching all afternoon.
PAL 2 seems quite promising [Initial impressions aren’t always reliable. –JH 13.12.12], but PAL 1 seems a little more diffident [Again, initial impressions. –JH 13.12.12]. Fred and I have split the AS classes into HL and SL for English B and, I think, so long as there’s no EAP flying about, things may well be a bit better this year. There aren’t so many new AS students, and the majority of them seem to be all right, but we have one who can barely string two words together and ought to be in, well, a school where he understands the language. He can’t even be shifted to PAL because there are students in those classes whose English is already a few parsecs beyond his.
Today a bunch of books turned up. These would appear to be books I ordered a couple of years ago, but they’re now mostly of no use because of the delay in their arrival. I’ve tried to avoid ordering books which will never be used, but two years ago, it seemed that more copies of the teacher’s manual were likely to be useful. As it is, unless we get three PAL classes again, the manuals will languish on the shelves in the library. We also got the CDs for North Star 3 Listening and Speaking, but I don’t think we have the book itself and I don’t think I ever ordered either item.
Speaking of books, I discovered that it’s possible to get a copy of Morris Jones’s (1913) Welsh Grammar. I have a old, old photocopy of the part on phonology, but this is the whole thing. I found it via Lexilogos via archive.org. I always grab the pdf, but such files can’t be read on a Kindle as I found recently.
I saw an Audi R8 today, which demonstrated just how fairly wealth is divided among imperial citizens. Speaking of cheap cars, I saw pictures on the Wrecked Exotics site of the F430 spyder which crashed in Beijing a few months ago. This story has just popped up again because of the demotion of one of the emperor’s allies.
Anyway, I see it’s time for me to take my F430 out for a turn around the park.