the list of things i wanted to achieve when i was seven

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To be a scientist and to work in a zoo,

To make it to the Olympics as a pole vaulter

And to maybe end up in space

Or in the middle of the Atlantic

In a rowing boat, dreaming of nights

On my luxury yacht, with my movie star man,

Drinking bottle of Moet

And laughing at how lucky I am.

Like a lot of people, I had big dreams when I was seven and I had a checklist of things that I wanted to achieve. I actually wrote them down and put them in a little purse and I would often look at them and sometimes add so I still remember a lot of what was in the list.

The funny thing is that I have achieved nearly all of the big things but not in the way I expected. And it makes me think that actually the universe or God or whatever you believe is controlling things, has quite a sense of humour.

I wanted to swim the channel and hold a world record and I did that in my own right. But I also said that I wanted to have something I’d written printed in a national newspaper. I ended up working for a company that sold living aids for old people and I wrote the copy for the adverts. I remember buying the paper and just staring at the advert, knowing I had written those words. Alas, I never got my own opinion column, but there is still time.

I also promised myself I would go to the Olympics, but I didn’t specify that I wanted to compete. I was lucky enough to get a ticket to see the swimming when we hosted the Olympics in London – a once in a lifetime opportunity, if ever there was one.

I’m sure we all have those childhood dreams that we still hang onto and I’d love to hear what other people have actually carried out. I wonder if anyone reading this has actually made it to space yet?

Much Love

Rachel xx

going a bit lord of the flies

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Turning inwards on themselves

They thought that it was all on me

But gently pushing sights away

They have no choice but look inside

Let’s just hope the hate won’t tear

Them into shreds all wanting to

Be centre of attention and

The cause of every person’s pain.

So after my tough lesson with thirty fifteen year olds who are slowly starting to hate me, I’ve come to the realisation that I’m just going to have to play around with behaviour management techniques.

In the next lesson I am taking my son’s advice and I’m going to get them to turn the blame on each other. Every time one of them speaks out of turn, I will just stop. The lesson will go incredibly slowly but the nice ones will soon get really fed up with the ones who don’t know when to shut up.

Ironically, we are getting to the end of An Inspector Calls so it makes sense that the students learn to take a bit of collective responsibility for their learning. If one of them decides they are to be disruptive then they will be responsible for slowing the learning for everyone.

I just have to watch that they don’t go all Lord of the Flies on me and start killing each other. If that happens I may just have to slip out of the classroom and pretend that it has nothing to do with me.

Much Love

Rachel xx