uncleduck

I would like to...

Give whoever suggested tons of GCSE/AS/A-level coursework, to all come in at the same time, a thorough talking to.

Point out to management that the policy of infinite extensions to make sure youngsters do the work instead of opting out is not working.

Tell management that the prediction myself and others made in a staff meeting several years ago, that unless sharp action is taken, deadlines will become meaningless and students will think it is OK to hand work in hours before it is supposed to be collected by courier, came true.

Take every piece of late coursework and drop it in a river.  This is especially true of the ones I gave lots of constructive feedback for several months ago, that have not changed.

Make students understand that simply reprinting in a different font does not constitute a major change and if I give you the same mark as I gave you in January, or one slightly lower, you should learn from it.

Tell the exam boards, in January, what marks students will get in their coursework.  I'm generally right about this.

Enforce the policy that existed when I did GCSEs.  If the teacher says he wants it on 30th March, he gets it by 30th March and is within his rights to refuse late work.  This is because we have to schedule our time between different courses and a few late-comers really mess things up for a satisfactory home-life.  Only the people who were destined to fail anyway failed to submit.

Charge the overtime rates a plumber gets away with charging.

Be in bed at a reasonable hour tonight, all coursework marked.

End of moan...

It's time to say goodbye. It's been a great life. Light a candle when you think of me.

I have suddenly developed an incurable condition. Time is short. As I write this, the tears are welling up in my eyes.

I will be lucky to see next month.

Sorry of this is a shock to you (imagine the shock to me, not to mention the inconvenience). You see... I have something called "man-flu".

Yesterday I had a sore throat. Now I have the full works - sore head, shivering, dizzyness, purple hands. It all came on inside a couple of hours. Tomorrow - who knows? Severe gangarine, organ failure and spasms, no doubt.

So off I go to the land of my (absent) fathers, to the happy hunting grounds, to Tir Na Nog, Valhalla, the back bedroom etc.  Ha!  Damn you insurance companies! "Life-altering condition" you call it!  Pay up!

Make mine a Lemsip.

*cough*

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