Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Arghhh!!!!!!!
my maths coursework is driving me crazy...or more honestly, giving me a permeating recurring headache, the like of which I haven't quite experienced before.
I asked my teenagers to help, as they'd both done similar (although slightly different), but was told that their teacher had told them exactly what to do, step by step. Oh,to be in high schoOl again....No such luck wiith my teacher, just the vaguest brief, and I'm left tearing my hair out.
Trays...fecking trays...
On a much happier note, it was Aces birthday yesterday. Hective let her have a party at his house and it was just perfect.
"It was a proper 'skins' party" agreed Ace and her mates...
I can still of course remember being that age myself, so it wasn't actually shocking, but at times a bit hair raising as Hective and I cleared up vomit, ejected local gatecrashers, confiscated obvious bottles of vodka, (being necked, without mixer) sent smokers out to the balcony, gave water to those who very muchappeared to be pilling, phoned the parents of those young ones who couldn't quite cope...It heaving and it was full-on.
But I'm smiling as I think about it. I've never actually seen so much enthusiastic snogging in the one place, or had so many grateful teenagers bother to come up and thank me for being so cool...
Well I was able to be cool because it wasn't my house. Dayglo sticks were burst open and everywhere and everyone was splattered in dayglo paint, holes were knocked into the walls from the moshing, carpets and houseplants were as you'd imagine...
It was a nu-rave extavaganza, but the music and strobes were turned off on the stroke of eleven.
My most shiney, fabulous daughter was extremely happy and even thanked me in front of all her friends for being so nice, which you don't get every day as the parent of a teenager.
my maths coursework is driving me crazy...or more honestly, giving me a permeating recurring headache, the like of which I haven't quite experienced before.
I asked my teenagers to help, as they'd both done similar (although slightly different), but was told that their teacher had told them exactly what to do, step by step. Oh,to be in high schoOl again....No such luck wiith my teacher, just the vaguest brief, and I'm left tearing my hair out.
Trays...fecking trays...
On a much happier note, it was Aces birthday yesterday. Hective let her have a party at his house and it was just perfect.
"It was a proper 'skins' party" agreed Ace and her mates...
I can still of course remember being that age myself, so it wasn't actually shocking, but at times a bit hair raising as Hective and I cleared up vomit, ejected local gatecrashers, confiscated obvious bottles of vodka, (being necked, without mixer) sent smokers out to the balcony, gave water to those who very much
But I'm smiling as I think about it. I've never actually seen so much enthusiastic snogging in the one place, or had so many grateful teenagers bother to come up and thank me for being so cool...
Well I was able to be cool because it wasn't my house. Dayglo sticks were burst open and everywhere and everyone was splattered in dayglo paint, holes were knocked into the walls from the moshing, carpets and houseplants were as you'd imagine...
It was a nu-rave extavaganza, but the music and strobes were turned off on the stroke of eleven.
My most shiney, fabulous daughter was extremely happy and even thanked me in front of all her friends for being so nice, which you don't get every day as the parent of a teenager.
Friday, March 09, 2007
well, my first exam in about 25 years went reasonably smoothly, I'm glad to report.
It was well weird though , the pre-exam nerves, no sleep, butterflies, sticky palms the lot, and of course what with it being Lambeth and all, the inevitable pre exam chaos with them not having enough tables and actually drilling the holes to fix up the clock 10mins after our exam was due to start...
It feels great to have it out of the way, like I've really broke the back of this maths. Of course it's algebra next module, so it's not exactly going to be plain sailing, but at least 40% is under my belt.
I think this has left a little space in my brain to start worrying how the feck am I going to manage financially next year. Things are not looking good. Yesterday I spent an hour on the phone to various government agencies, all with varying versions of 'you're gonna get nothing, you're on your own'
Arghhh!!! At one point I was told to phone some lone parent adviser, who actually siad they weren't able to give out advice, only information packs, some "adviser" eh?
Finally I followed the lead to the tax office, where I was told I might be able to claim tax credits for the kids... Lord knows how exactly this will work though...
Kind of scary times.
It was well weird though , the pre-exam nerves, no sleep, butterflies, sticky palms the lot, and of course what with it being Lambeth and all, the inevitable pre exam chaos with them not having enough tables and actually drilling the holes to fix up the clock 10mins after our exam was due to start...
It feels great to have it out of the way, like I've really broke the back of this maths. Of course it's algebra next module, so it's not exactly going to be plain sailing, but at least 40% is under my belt.
I think this has left a little space in my brain to start worrying how the feck am I going to manage financially next year. Things are not looking good. Yesterday I spent an hour on the phone to various government agencies, all with varying versions of 'you're gonna get nothing, you're on your own'
Arghhh!!! At one point I was told to phone some lone parent adviser, who actually siad they weren't able to give out advice, only information packs, some "adviser" eh?
Finally I followed the lead to the tax office, where I was told I might be able to claim tax credits for the kids... Lord knows how exactly this will work though...
Kind of scary times.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Well tomorrow, I have the first of my GCSE maths exams.
Wish me luck!
Wish me luck!
