a fairly interesting blog but unfortunately it seems to be only now, on
a quieter less interesting day, that I find the time.
I guess I should start with last weekend. Last weekend was the 2nd
annual BCS Olympics, this time the Winter Olympics. For those who've
been following the blog for a while you my remember my comments about
last year's and how successful it was. I think there are still photos on
Flickr from last year. This years was very different. In an attempt to
keep it fresh it was themed a winter games and the events were all
changed in some form, most being completely new. The changes worked and
those kids who'd been a bit skeptical about a second olympics were, by
the end of the weekend, enjoying themselves along with the rest. For me
it was a very different weekend from last year, what with Saturday now
being my day off. Last year I'd spent the whole weekend behind my camera
and taken hundreds of photos. This year I had a lie in and leisurely
made my way along to a few events throughout the course of the Saturday.
On Sunday we went to the beach as a whole school where we had the final
event of the olympics, a tug-o-war, and we ate burgers and homemade
crisps for tea. It was a great beach trip; the tug-o-war was a lot of
fun and the staff got to join in too, making mincemeat of the students,
the water was refreshing but not too cold and the food was great. Upon
our return from the beach the weekend was finished with the official
closing ceremony in the chapel together with the awards and medals for
each event and the whole competition.
After the olympic closing ceremony I spent the rest of the evening
seting up the chapel for my assembly the next morning. It took quite
some time due to the complicated nature of my plans (which can be read
about in my last entry).
Tuesday night was one of those on which I would have liked to write.
Having been wanting to get a haircut ever since crazy hair day and
wanting someone different to try this time I had, in a moment of
madness, agreed to let our two year 9 girls do it. After some badgering
they finally made time for me and it was agreed that I would go to
Falcon dorm early Tuesday evening to meet my hairdressers. When I got
there Maartje was busy playing cards and didn't want to leave so it was
left up to Nolly to do the deed. I took a stool out to the veranda
whilst Nolly went to Auntie Lucie, the dorm-mum, for scissors and a
comb. Nolly, who had previously been all confidence and excitement now
seemed to be a little apprehensive and even nervous about the task at
hand. After some reassurance that her life was not at risk if it didn't
turn out well she decided to get on with it and made the first snip.
After a very short while she started to enjoy herself and was back to
her previous excitement. Unfortunately for me her excitement seemed to
have blinded her as to the goal of the haircut and her actions started
to get increasingly erratic and giggly. At the first point at which she
thought she might have finished I went inside to find a mirror, getting
some rather shocked looks from those in the dorm lounge. When I found
the mirror I realised why. She had made a reasonable start on the sides
but the top was untouched and the fringe had been cut to a rather
ridiculous length making me look, as Adam put it, like a monk. We
returned outside and I instructed Nolly to get rid of the fringe and cut
the top to a reasonable length to match the sides. Unfortunately she
didn't manage this very well and now one side of my fringe looks like
someone attacked me with some clippers whilst the other is still a
little long. The top is actually ok but there's a curly tuft at the
back. The worst part however was when she suddenly decided that the
areas at the sides of my forehead were not in keeping with my receding
hairline and consequentially attempted to erase them; needless to say it
didn't work and looks ridiculous. So now I'm stuck with hair 'a la
Noelle' until further notice. I wore a hat to French class that night
and a wig to breakfast the next morning.
Yesterday I twisted my ankle playing football (for the third time at BCS
- twisting an ankle that is, I play football regularly) so today I've
been hobbling around and trying to keep my foot up as much as possible
to stop the swelling. It's getting better and I spent the afternoon in
the workshop making a second attempt at a bass drum pedal for the
scrap-drum-kit I've been intending to make for over year. It went very
well and once the glue dries I should be able to see if it will work;
then I need to find an old bicycle wheel for the drum.
The dorm late night activity tonight is one of those
run-around-in-the-dark wide games so I think I'll be watching a movie
with some other teachers, my ankle being as it is. I should go and send
these e-mails now as I'm getting hungry.
