My first ramblings...

So here I am. Sitting in a Year 11 French class attempting to aid these youngsters in learning a second language that none of them will ever use....
It makes me wish I had tried harder in French when I was at school and kept it up afterwards aswell! Working at Pentrehafod Comprehensive has been a Godsend in a way, but presents new challenges daily as I struggle to relate to a Swansean adolecense that bears little resemblance to my own teenage years in Aleppo. This is my first blog and I no idea who might want to read it so please excuse the bizarre ramblings that may follow. I'm just writing what comes in to my head.

These Year 11s aren't a bad lot really. They are the brighter ones I suppose, although recently in their French listening exam very few answered any questions correctly. I would like to point out at this point that I don't teach them; I'm covering their lesson this morning. I've already registered a very lively Year Seven group who wore me out just watching them. In comparison these guys are tame. Oh to have the energy of an eleven year old!

Later on I have my regular French class with three Year 9 boys who have been kicked out of their regular lesson because they can't behave properly! To them French is even more irrelevant as two of them can't even read English. Ah well. I guess I had get back to this class...