It is now 19.10 on Sunday night. I've had a lovely weekend filling in my lovely Foundation Stage Profiles. Make that e-profiles. Now I'm printing of the 168 pages that I've written. The software has lost my attendance data. I had to do one child twice because it lost his comments. I've been in tears twice. I'd say all in all it's taken 50 hours of my time at home to complete these. The font that the program gives you to read is about 7 and you can't enlarge. The spell checker can't be used because it wipes all the comments from the previous children and replicates the comment you're checking in the boxes instead. What else? It seems that it's not just me who thinks they're too much work. This article gives a fairly grim account of them. The Telegraph also seems to agree. Even the chief of OFSTED has basically called them rubbish. It's taken 10 minutes to print 6 reports. I shall be here for some time. Does a 4 or 5 year old really need a 3 page report? That's 3 pages in 8 font. I haven't had kiddies yet but really. I would want mine to be happy, healthy, kind and confident. Counting and some reading and writing skills would be good. But a love of school and learning would be better. They have plenty of time to acquire knowledge. I don't understand when we stopped wanting our children to be children. Some children will read and write quickly. Others, and |I was one of these, think that playing and chatting are all there is to life and it takes them a little longer. That's fine. You can't push them along, no matter how many spellings you throw at them, until they have the interest.
Best get off the subject now. I'm supposed to be de-stressing before bed time. It's my birthday next weekend. I'm headed for the big three oh. I really am not bothered by it at all. Thirtydom has to be better than my twenties. Now I always swore I wouldn't have a party. I'm sticking to it. I've always had a fear of inviting loads of people and doing food and stuff then nobody turning up. So I've played safe. A select few, some of which are family and would feel duty bound to attend regardless, are coming for a barbecue. Please let the sun shine. I don't want to have to do proper food. Then we're going dancing. Dancing at a really crap and very cheesy club called Life. I love it! So there we go.
And still the printer prints. It's 7.42 now. So make that 50 odd hours plus this long printing. It's still not finished either. But at least I've updated my blog.
I don't really know what else to say. Ummmmmm. Oh yes. I'm off to the the Lion King again. It's a brilliant show and I can't wait. It'll be much better than the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The kids put on a better show than they did. Pah! Knickers to them and their millions, I say.
Actually, it hasn't been all bad this weekend. We have painted another wall white in the living room. Well, Jon has. I've directed. Apparently it's something I do. (Oh for a blushing emoticon right now.) He's been a star. He's painted, sanded, proofread, washed up, calmed me down, made tea and kept smiling. He's brilliant.
Ohhhhhh, only three more to go. It's 19.52...I wonder if having a persistent spot on your nostril, in exactly the same place is bad. It's very sore and it arrives atleast twice a month to see how it's old stomping ground is doing. I have this cracking stuff that zapps it but then it smugly reappears. All sore and red. It's most attractive.
Tum te Tum. One more to go. AND THEN I'M FINISHED!!! What will I do with my evenings? I'll be lost without reports to write. Oh yes, there's maths records, personal notes, speaking and listening records...Here it comes. The last one. Oh. It's not the last one. I miscalculated. There is one more after this one. NOW I'm on the last one. It's taken nearly an hour because the bloody printer was playing up. I'm going to have my tea and calm down. My bach flower remedies are not working at the moment. I'm so agitated that I can hear my heart beat when I try to sleep. It's horrible. It's finished. Ahhhhhh. I'm off. Sorry for the rant. Oh just for the record, it's now 8pm.
Best get off the subject now. I'm supposed to be de-stressing before bed time. It's my birthday next weekend. I'm headed for the big three oh. I really am not bothered by it at all. Thirtydom has to be better than my twenties. Now I always swore I wouldn't have a party. I'm sticking to it. I've always had a fear of inviting loads of people and doing food and stuff then nobody turning up. So I've played safe. A select few, some of which are family and would feel duty bound to attend regardless, are coming for a barbecue. Please let the sun shine. I don't want to have to do proper food. Then we're going dancing. Dancing at a really crap and very cheesy club called Life. I love it! So there we go.
And still the printer prints. It's 7.42 now. So make that 50 odd hours plus this long printing. It's still not finished either. But at least I've updated my blog.
I don't really know what else to say. Ummmmmm. Oh yes. I'm off to the the Lion King again. It's a brilliant show and I can't wait. It'll be much better than the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The kids put on a better show than they did. Pah! Knickers to them and their millions, I say.
Actually, it hasn't been all bad this weekend. We have painted another wall white in the living room. Well, Jon has. I've directed. Apparently it's something I do. (Oh for a blushing emoticon right now.) He's been a star. He's painted, sanded, proofread, washed up, calmed me down, made tea and kept smiling. He's brilliant.
Ohhhhhh, only three more to go. It's 19.52...I wonder if having a persistent spot on your nostril, in exactly the same place is bad. It's very sore and it arrives atleast twice a month to see how it's old stomping ground is doing. I have this cracking stuff that zapps it but then it smugly reappears. All sore and red. It's most attractive.
Tum te Tum. One more to go. AND THEN I'M FINISHED!!! What will I do with my evenings? I'll be lost without reports to write. Oh yes, there's maths records, personal notes, speaking and listening records...Here it comes. The last one. Oh. It's not the last one. I miscalculated. There is one more after this one. NOW I'm on the last one. It's taken nearly an hour because the bloody printer was playing up. I'm going to have my tea and calm down. My bach flower remedies are not working at the moment. I'm so agitated that I can hear my heart beat when I try to sleep. It's horrible. It's finished. Ahhhhhh. I'm off. Sorry for the rant. Oh just for the record, it's now 8pm.
