in which I blow my own trumpet

I am pleased with myself. I have just heard that I passed all of my level 2 BSL (British Sign Language) exams, something which at one point I seriously doubted I was capable of. I almost left the course on several occasions, the lowest of which involved my sign language teacher chasing me down the road and stopping my car. Not one of my prouder moments. In the end, the hard work has been worth it, and I realised a week or so ago that not only can I talk to the deaf children in school, I also understand them when they talk to me to. Passing the exam is the icing on the cake. Bizarrely, it was the exams themselves which pushed my confidence up to the level where I don't panic appallingly whenever someone waves their hands in front of me. That and the fact that several friends have been extremely supportive. Especially Brummie Girl. Thank you Brummie Girl.

Tomorrow I'm going to Bromley Deaf Club. It's time to take the theory out of the classroom and into the adult world. Yikes.

what I have been doing

big plug

He may only be a Big Dog, but he is the funny.

bad-tempered teacher

Things to do on your first day back at school:

1. Find your cup.
2. Colour in all the days off for the next year in your new diary (thanks to Lectrice for that one).
3. Correct the grammar and spellings in all the staff meeting handouts with a red pen.
4. Compile a list of words to describe an irritating member of staff (including 'supercilious' and 'self-aggrandising').
5. Make a list of things to be done, including three things you've done already so that you can cross something off.
6. Bin all of the paper in your pigeon hole.
7. Lose your cup.
8. Lie about what you did in the holidays.
9. Go home with a headache.

Thanks to Colin for his contribution over the last week.

Mooning

I am disappointed because yet again, my lottery numbers were wrong and I cannot ring my boss and tell him where to shove his job.

I was going to try to improve my life with cosmic ordering instead, but I cannot decide where to put Venus.

I think I'll have a biscuit.