On practicum eve.

Practicum starts tomorrow and I'm feeling, well, a little teacherly. I've got a folder with my class timetable on the front cover and the bell schedule on the back, but all I've got inside at the moment are three class rolls. Mind you, this is the most prepared I've ever been for anything.

The thing that sucks is that I've got a year eleven chemistry class tomorrow morning. Firstly, I'm not a big fan of chemistry. Chemistry is the poor man's physics. Secondly, it's a period zero class. Yeah, period zero. As in the period before period one. I never had those when I was in high school and when they told me that I'd be starting in zeroth period, I thought they were kidding. I mean, to me it was conceptually IMPOSSIBLE.

So I've got to get up at four-thirty and be on the 5.34 train, get there by seven, and be all settled by the start of class at seven -thirty. I did a trial run of the trip on Friday morning, just to see if such a feat could be achieved, and it went well. It doesn't really take one-and-a-half hours to get there of course, but the connections between the two trains and the bus I need to catch are pretty shit that early in the morning.

Also, the bus I get doesn't accept my TravelPass, so now I have to cart around a pocket full of shrappers to pay the bus driver with. Woe is me, et cetera. Just the thought of travelling on any busline other than State Transit is foreign to me. It goes to show how geographically insular I am, really. Just like the children of the corn who never leave The Shire, I don't often leave the territory of Sydney Buses.

Anyhoo, prac should be fun, if not educational. Expect a daily round up.

Ohh and Eastwood kicked some Gordon arse at Chatswood Oval this weekend: 33 points to 12. Woo!


Listening to:
Title: Debaser
Artist: The Pixies
Album/station: Doolittle (1989)
Length: 2.53