One A Day, Day 28: Customer of Size

“Many of you reached out to us via Twitter last night and today regarding a situation a Customer Twittered about that occurred on a Southwest flight. It is not our customary method of Customer Relations to be so public in how we work through these situations, but with so many people involved in the occurrence, you also should be involved in the solution. First and foremost, to Mr. Smith; we would like to echo our Tweets and again offer our heartfelt apologies to you.We are sincerely sorry for your travel experience on Southwest Airlines.

As soon as we saw the first Tweet from Mr. Smith, we contacted him personally to apologize for his experience and to address his concerns on both Twitter and with a personal phone call. Since the situation has received a lot of public attention, we’d like to take the opportunity to address a few of the specifics here as well.

Mr. Smith originally purchased two Southwest seats on a flight from Oakland to Burbank – as he’s been known to do when traveling on Southwest. He decided to change his plans and board an earlier flight to Burbank, which technically means flying standby. As you may know, airlines are not able to clear standby passengers until all Customers are boarded. When the time came to board Mr. Smith, we had only a single seat available for him to occupy. Our pilots are responsible for the Safety and comfort of all Customers on the aircraft and therefore, made the determination that Mr. Smith needed more than one seat to complete his flight. Our Employees explained why the decision was made, accommodated Mr. Smith on a later flight, and issued him a $100 Southwest travel voucher for his inconvenience.

You’ve read about these situations before. Southwest instituted our Customer of Size policy more than 25 years ago. The policy requires passengers that can not fit safely and comfortably in one seat to purchase an additional seat while traveling. This policy is not unique to Southwest Airlines and it is not a revenue generator. Most, if not all, carriers have similar policies, but unique to Southwest is the refunding of the second seat purchased (if the flight does not oversell) which is greater than any revenue made (full policy can be found here). The spirit of this policy is based solely on Customer comfort and Safety. As a Company committed to serving our Customers in Safety and comfort, we feel the definitive boundary between seats is the armrest. If a Customer cannot comfortably lower the armrest and infringes on a portion of another seat, a Customer seated adjacent would be very uncomfortable and a timely exit from the aircraft in the event of an emergency might be compromised if we allow a cramped, restricted seating arrangement.”

Thus ran SouthWest Airlines' apology to film director Kevin Smith. I say "apology", but it's not really, is it? "Customer of Size policy"? What the fuck? Since when have we needed a "Customer of Size policy"? According to SouthWest, 25 years ago. I'm in awe. And not in a good way.

Mr Smith, of course, regularly refers to himself as a card-carrying member of the larger gentlemen's club. But, as he pointed out a number of times on Twitter (in between fits of apoplectic rage), he didn't even meet the criteria for the "Customer of Size policy" to require him to be removed from the aircraft, in that he was sitting in his seat and he had got the armrest down.

"[I was] not just ANY paying customer," Smith wrote on Twitter. "[I was] a paying customer who fit between the arm rests & was able to buckle his seat belt w/o an extender. TRUTH!"

We're constantly being told that obesity is a "problem" – and it probably is, from a health perspective. However, implementing such dumbass and discriminatory "policies" as these is a sad sign of the times, where paperwork and tickboxes rule all.

Here's a thought, SouthWest Airlines: If you're so worried about the fatties getting on your planes and the comfort of your other passengers, why not get some bigger fucking chairs and space them out a bit more?

Oh, right, because you wouldn't be able to squeeze as many passengers on, would you? And that would be terrible for your poor little profit margins, wouldn't it? Poor baby.

Smith, as he is wont to do with most things, has handled this situation rather publicly via Twitter and even through a special edition of his podcast (which is a hilarious listen generally, by the way) – all of which is probably giving SouthWest's PR department a collective heart attack.

Well, good, I say. Smith has enough public following for this to be raised as a big deal, no pun intended. Imagine how mortifying it would be for a member of the public to be removed from a plane due to their weight. Yes, it could potentially be uncomfortable for someone to have to sit next to a chubster – but the problem wouldn't be there in the first place if airlines didn't pack everyone in like cattle.

I'm off to bed now. Fat power.

(I feel like Yahoo! News writing nonsense like this about celebrities. But I think blogs are a far better place for this sort of thing than a site that purports to be about actual "news". That's a rant for another day, though.)

One A Day, Day 27: Sportsmanship

There was a football match in my city today. Southampton vs Portsmouth. These two are traditionally great rivals, and everyone jokes that there'll be "rioting" after a game between the two of them, as if that's a perfectly normal thing to expect to happen after a sporting event.

I didn't encounter any particular problems myself, but there sure were a lot of people wandering around to and from town, plus several local shops had either put up signs refusing to serve alcohol, or closed completely, citing the football match as the reason. As I walked through town in the middle of the day, there was a constant police presence, with officers on foot walking around the pedestrian area in the middle of town, while cars and vans raced around the major roads of the city, sirens blaring.

As I saw all this I had to think to myself "why?"

I know people get attached to their sports teams. This may be for personal reasons, it may be just something you're interested in, or it may be a sense of loyalty to where you come from (although the last one is rather rarer than it used to be, with many people choosing to follow the clubs with the most money rather than the ones nearest them). It may even be a completely arbitrary decision.

The thing I don't get is this: what is it about supporting a team that makes people get into such a state that a police presence approaching that required for a terrorist incident is necessary?

That was a terribly clumsy sentence. But do you see my point?

Surely if you enjoy watching football you enjoy watching football. Many people I know who do like football are perfectly normal people who have never been in a fight. So why all the police? Why do I hear shouting morons passing by my window on the way to the stadium? (Incidentally, the only noise I hate as much as people chewing is drunken football chanting.)

Perhaps one of my trans-Atlantic readers could shed some light on this issue. Does this sort of thing happen with American football games? I get the impression that the "local loyalty" thing is a much bigger deal in the States.

One A Day, Day 24: Any Other Day

There goes another day. There are now two days remaining until the half-term vacation and a well-earned week off for me. I can't wait. I wish I didn't have to go back after said holiday, but at least there isn't that long to survive after it – and then the joy of PAX.

Naturally, since I'm nearing the end of one of the more unpleasant chapters of my life, now is the time for the shit to hit the fan. The school is expecting a "progress inspection" from the inspectors who judged it "shit" in the first place (I'm paraphrasing, of course) and that will inevitably involve yet more lesson observations. I'm half tempted to not even try, and let them get a real look at what the kids in that school are like. Why should I put myself out preparing a full-on fancy lesson plan when it only gets judged as "inadequate" by the local authority anyway?

I forgot to mention about the previous one – the super-ironic thing about that "inadequate" lesson (which my colleague also taught and got judged similarly, remember) is that we were following the guidelines on the National Strategy Framework Bollocks Primary Policy Full Of Shit site, or whatever it's called, to the letter. The lesson we delivered was straight out of the National Framework. And it was "inadequate".

Stupid.

On a side note, I have absolutely no idea why that site gives you the opportunity to 1) comment on 2) rate and 3) share its contents on Facebook. It's a huge pile of shit all round, so I urge you all to go there forthwith and troll the comments sections for each page as only the Internet can.

So what else is going to happen? Well, there's assessments to give in (which I've nearly finished, but not quite – late evening tomorrow… gah) and then there's a parents' evening to look forward to at the beginning of March, at which point I will be counting down the days until I escape so I really have little to no interest in talking to those who spawned the mini-chavs in my care. Actually, there's the potential opportunity for some fun there. There are plenty of kids in that class who need a good bollocking and don't listen when I give it to them, so hopefully the parents will sort them out.

Or perhaps not; since I've only had four reply slips back so far (and inevitably, all of them want to come in the latest possible time slot, meaning I have to sit twiddling my thumbs for about four hours) there might not be much opportunity to discuss it, particularly as all the parents who have signed up so far are the parents of the few actually nice children in the class.

Boo! Rubbish.

One day I'll stop ranting about this. Hopefully it will be the day I leave (or shortly thereafter).

For now, it's survival. Nearly there, though it was touch and go today for a while – though I did apply for another job that I actually want (as opposed to when I applied for the job I'm currently stuck in, which I applied for because I had to – at the time, I thought I wanted to do this, and there wasn't much else available) so hopefully that will come to something. I currently have three applications pending for different jobs, all of which I very much want. Hopefully one or more of them will find me sufficiently intriguing to interview and/or hire me. Time will tell.

Now I'm off to play some video games. Ta-ta.

One A Day, Day 22: Haven't Thought This Through

See title. It's 11:26pm and I haven't thought of something to write about. I did write a lengthy post extolling the virtues of Star Trek Online over at BitMob earlier, so at least I have written something. Still, not thinking things through sometimes leads to some entertaining ramblings of the nonsensical variety. Or sometimes not.

Let's start by talking about today. That's always a good opening.

Well, today was another day at work. Same old moans. Stupid children behaving in an annoying manner. Not wanting to be there. And, because it's Monday, that means Meeting Day! Hooray!

Today's meeting was about special needs provision. Specifically, and hold tight here, it was about IEPs, IBMPs, SA children, SA+ children and all manner of other nonsense that would cause your brain to melt if I explained it. The one thing that struck me, though, as I was sitting bored stiff in this meeting was this: why is one person expected to do all this shit?

I mean seriously. Think about it for a minute. A teacher is in charge of thirty kids. Their primary role is to teach them. That should be their role. But instead, they also find themselves keeping extensive and boring records of every single little mark, every single little bit of behaviour, every single time the kid looks at them funny – all to use for "evidence". Exactly what it is to be used as "evidence" for is never made explicit. Perhaps there's a global conspiracy involving children, and the UK's teachers are actually secret agents attempting to get to the bottom of it. But somehow I doubt it.

To get back on the point – yes, a teacher is in charge of thirty kids. But compare this to someone who's in charge of a team of people at work – it tends not to be just one person who is in charge of everything. Say what you like about overmanagement, at least delegating responsibility between several people means that there isn't one person constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown because they discover they forgot to fill out a form PQX-65-A which was due in yesterday.

It's bollocks, is what it is. I'm glad I'm leaving.

What else? Hmm. I took a bunch of photos from my little trip to the forest the other day and finally stuck them on my computer. I'm currently booted into Windows, though, and they're stored on the Mac side. I'll upload them tomorrow if I remember. There are lots of pictures of wild ponies, which look like a cross between a pony and a yak.

Anything else? Err… I downloaded an iPhone app that purports to analyse your sleep patterns and wake you up when you're in "light sleep". I tried it out this morning and I certainly did wake up gently, though actually getting out of bed was somewhat difficult. I don't think that was anything to do with how I woke up though – more to do with the fact that I knew as soon as I got out of bed, I would be on the way to another horrible day at work. Boo.

Still, tomorrow is my quiet day at work. Oh! That reminds me. More observations coming up. YAY. Not until the start of March (i.e. just before I finish, making them utterly useless to me) but they're there, waiting on the peripheries of my awareness like a fetid old tramp. That and parent's evening coming up soon, which I really can't be bothered with. "Your child acts like a dick on a daily basis. Next!"

I think that'll do for now. I'll try and write something more interesting tomorrow. For now, I bid you good night.

One A Day, Day 21: Fantasy Feedback

So, that was the weekend. It went by far too quickly for my liking, but at least it was calm, relaxing and completely stress-free. If only things could be like that all the time, it would be lovely.

Of course, I haven't "achieved" very much this weekend (unless you count my promotion to Lieutenant Commander in Star Trek Online) but sometimes it's nice to not think about whether or not you should be doing something more important. There is plenty of time for stress in the week, because believe me, it always finds you.

I have one more week until the week-long half-term vacation from school. After that, it really is counting down the weeks and days until my escape. Once I get to that point, I will be past caring. If the school inspectors turn up to judge me inadequate during those last few weeks, they will get a piece of my mind.

They probably won't, of course, because I'm far too much of a pussy to stand up to people in most cases, but it's the thought that counts.

Or maybe I should say something. As I've said in a number of previous entries, teachers suffer in silence all the time. They nod and smile when another item is put on their personal "To-Do" lists without their permission, they grin and bear it when new "initiatives" are launched (and inevitably prove to be completely useless), they fill out their stupid pointless paperwork and then they go and moan in the staffroom. It's the way of things. But I find myself wondering exactly what would happen if someone were to break that barrier and answer back to an OfSTED inspector.

Maybe it might go something like this:

INSPECTOR: Would you like some feedback from that lesson?

TEACHER: No. No I wouldn't. Goodbye.

INSPECTOR: I really think you should have some feedback from that lesson.

TEACHER: I, on the other hand, do not. Don't let the door hit you in the arse on the way out.

INSPECTOR: Your starter was satisfactory and had the children enga-

TEACHER: Are you deaf as well as stupid? I said no.

INSPECTOR: …the children were engaged. However, during your input-

TEACHER: Oh, we're going to do this, are we? All right then. Input? It's called "teaching". Or even "talking". Have you forgotten?

INSPECTOR: During your input, I would have liked to see more being taught.

TEACHER: Oh. Sorry. There I was thinking I was singing a song. Not… what's that word for that thing I do when I'm standing at the front… Oh right, teaching.

INSPECTOR: However, there was a lot of you talking. It would have been nice to-

TEACHER: So I didn't teach enough, but I talked too much. Right. Do carry on. This is fascinating.

INSPECTOR: It would have been nice to see the children say a little more on the subject.

TEACHER: They don't know anything about the subject. That's why I said it was a "new topic". They seemed to understand that. Didn't you?

INSPECTOR: As a result, the children didn't make enough progress in that lesson.

TEACHER: Not enough progress? All right. How are you measuring that? Where is your magic "progress-o-meter" that measures how far the children progressed in the twenty minutes out of the hour you came and observed? I bet you have one. I bet it produces charts and graphs and syncs with Microsoft Excel, doesn't it? Mmmm, Excel. You love Excel, don't you? With its charts and its numbers and its ABJECT FUCKING TEDIUM. Just like you really.

INSPECTOR: So therefore, I am going to have to rate that lesson as inadequate.

TEACHER: Will it still be inadequate if I punch you in the neck?

INSPECTOR: What? Yes!

TEACHER: Well, it doesn't matter, then. (punches Inspector in the neck) This is my most inadequate punch, bitch! You wouldn't want to see my Outstanding one, or even my Good one!

Oh, what a wonderful experience that would be.

The sad thing about that fantasy exchange is that the things I quoted the Inspector as saying are the exact things they do say. Utter nonsense, non?

One A Day, Day 19: The Worst Week

After midnight again… But I haven't gone to sleep yet. Although I will be very shortly.

This week has been utterly terrible. Not just for me, but for, it seems, most people. Both my wife and I noticed an alarmingly high number of despairing status updates from our respective Facebook and Twitter friends this week, yesterday in particular.

February's always bad. I don't know what it is about it. But it's always shit. And no-one ever does anything about it.

Of course, that's a stupid statement. What CAN anyone do about it? Nothing. Except maybe declare the whole month a national holiday.

They should declare the whole month a national holiday!

All this aside, the week is now effectively over, so I am looking forward to a quiet and pointless weekend.

What about today? After my inadequacy was made official yesterday, the headteacher came to see me after school. To – get this – "check I'm still on board". Well, no, I resigned, remember? I had to bite my tongue a bit, otherwise I would have exploded at her. I'm in two minds as to whether or not I should have given her a piece of my mind about the utter meaninglessness of those stupid judgements. I'm coming down on the "don't rock the boat" side of things at the moment. Maybe I can tear shit up a bit a little closer to the end.

One thing I do want to do, though, is write up all the things that I've said are dumb about education as an article and send it somewhere like <a href="TES or even a full-on newspaper. People need to hear about the plight of teachers as so many of them – including myself – suffer in silence and don't stand up to what is effectively bullying from people who have as much value to education as a lump of steaming turd. Actually, the turd is more valuable, as at least it could be discussed in a rather unpleasant Science lesson.

Anyway. Enough of that for now. It's the weekend. I'm off for some well-earned sleep. Next week is the last week before the week-long half term vacation, then it's the home straight from there.

G'night.

One A Day, Day 18: Another Education Rant

Today I was told by someone I'd never met before that I was "inadequate". Of course, this is nothing unusual to me, as my romantic history prior to meeting my wife will attest, but for someone to come in, watch you doing your job for twenty minutes and then make a summary judgement about your competence (or lack thereof) smacks of… well, bollocks, frankly.

This is one of the (many) things that is wrong with the education system. Ticklists of criteria that need to be followed. Nonsense feedback that doesn't help in the slightest (I "didn't teach enough" but I "talked too much", apparently – gee, thanks, that really clears that up). The fact that you are deemed to be a terrible person if you forget to give the children a formulaic ticklist of their own to copy into their books on the board.

Today's lesson was the first session of a new topic on poetry. The children hadn't done much on poetry previously, and what little they had done was some time ago. So the plan which the Year 4 team (two other teachers and me) had come up with was to give them an opportunity to look at a poem and give their immediate responses, and demonstrate those responses through drawings, movement and drama. Bullshit, I know, but apparently reading a poem and talking about the language in it isn't enough for children these days. Or maybe it is, given that not only I, but also my colleague who taught the same lesson at the same time was also judged to be "inadequate".

Still, fuck those ratings. Doubly so because just a month or so back I was judged as "satisfactory with some good elements". Don't let that faint praise hit you in the ass on the way out, Ms Inspector.

I can't have changed that much in that time. I'll tell you what can change, though – the behaviour of children. I briefed the kids before the observer arrived today that I was expecting their best behaviour and they still decided to be little fucks and whinge and moan and complain even when trying to do the simplest possible thing.

As always, there was absolutely no helpful advice given whatsoever to deal with this sort of thing. The usual advice is "you need to develop some strategies". Thanks. Those would be…? "Develop some strategies. Build an action plan." Fuck off.

I may be ranting about this, but I'm actually less pissed off about this than I would have been before I'd put in my resignation. Now I know that these sort of ridiculous judgements don't mean anything to me I can shrug them off. It doesn't make the education system any better, however, because these same judgements are applied to all schools, whether they're the posh school in the country village that is filled with nothing but children who have been able to read, write and add up since the age of 3, or a school with a largely transient population like where I am now. You can't compare the two things. You can't compare the amount of progress an upper-middle class child with a perfect home life and parental support makes with that of a Nepalese immigrant whose parent(s) don't speak English, or that of the kid whose Dad beats the crap out of his Mum on a regular basis.

These backgrounds don't excuse behaviour, as I've said previously, but they do affect how good their work is going to be. Kids develop with parental support. It's not just the teachers' job to instill knowledge and discipline in them – lots of that needs to come from the parents, too – and it doesn't. And when it doesn't, guess who gets blamed? That's right, the teachers.

So fuck teaching. If you're considering going into it, just don't, unless you particularly enjoy someone you've never met calling you "inadequate" to your face and expecting you not to punch them very hard in the neck.

One A Day, Day 16: Set a Better Example

I've ranted about kids' behaviour before, and probably will do so again, especially as it's coming up to the half-term holidays and behaviour takes an inevitable hit at those times as excitement builds. Of course, at this school, behaviour is on the decline anyway, so that's small consolation.

But what about the rest of us? How are we behaving? Well, when you think about it, there are a lot of parallels between the poor behaviour of children and the way adults act around each other. And it's not a good thing in many cases.

Look at something as simple as lining up – an activity which my class (and most of the others in the school) seem to have tremendous difficulty with. It should be a case of the teacher saying "line up" and then the kids… well, lining up. It's not, as they say, rocket science. However, watch these kids attempting to do this simple activity and you'll see pushing, shoving, kids changing places, pushing in, shoving people around and generally not doing the whole "respectful" thing.

Now think back to the last time you drove on a motorway. One of several things probably happened – firstly, you may well have been driving along in the fast lane, overtaking cars that were going slower than you and possibly (naughty naughty) breaking the speed limit of 70mph a little bit yourself. The longer you stay in the fast lane, the closer the probability of someone driving either a BMW, a Mercedes, an Audi or a 4×4 behemoth coming up behind you at twice the speed you're doing, flashing their lights and getting pissy if you don't move, possibly weaving unsafely around the other slower cars in the other lanes just to get past you. There are, in many cases, kids in the back of these cars.

Secondly, if you've been stuck in a traffic jam recently (and thanks to whateverthefuck Winchester's town planners have done to the route to the motorway, I get stuck in one every bastard day) you'll inevitably see at least five douchebags changing lanes every three second in an attempt to get to the "front" (and I use the term loosely, since I don't believe there ever is a "front" to a traffic jam on a motorway) and irritate everyone else. Again, there are, in many cases, kids in the back of these cars.

Pushing. Shoving. Being aggressive. See the parallels?

Then there's violence. Kids thump each other all the time. But why? It could be violent video games (which they shouldn't be playing). It could be violent TV (which they shouldn't be watching). Or it could be violent parents or older siblings setting that example.

The list goes on. Alcohol abuse. Drug abuse. Treating people as sex objects rather than, you know, people. I could go on. But I won't. At least not right now.

My point, then, is this:

Grown-ups. Children are watching, so grow the fuck up.

The best teacher in the world isn't going to change a child's behaviour if there isn't the backup from the parental side of things. And I know there are parents out there who do set good examples, take an interest in their children and make an effort not to turn them into douchebags. But there are just as many – and it's a growing number – who don't give a toss, or worse, think it's somehow funny or endearing that their children act like thugs.

In unrelated news, Mass Effect 2 is frickin' amazing.

One A Day, Day 12: It's pronounced B-O-LL-O-CK-S.

Good evening! Since my wife's viewing of televisual car crash Popstar to Opera Star precludes my playing of Mass Effect and its sequel on the TV, and Star Trek Online has decided to update itself with a patch that will take 5 hours to download on Steam (despite the fact I was playing it earlier with no problems), now's as good a time as any to get today's entry done.

Today I would like to rant about phonics, since I had a long, boring, pointless and patronising training day on this very subject today.

For the uninitiated, phonics is the theory which suggests that children should learn reading by sounding out individual phonemes in words, then learn how to "blend" them together where appropriate. It also suggests that it's sensible to teach six-year olds the words "morpheme", "phoneme", "grapheme", "digraph" and "trigraph" – words which I didn't come across until I studied English Language at A-level (age 16-18) and again at university.

The flaw, in case you haven't spotted it, is that English isn't a phonetic language. We have so many different ways of pronouncing each letter in our alphabet that using phonics to teach reading quickly becomes useless – and in the meantime, it fucks up spelling ability.

As if to emphasise this point, the official materials for teaching phonics from the government include an appendix of the most "high-frequency" words in the English language. Out of the thirty most-used words in the English language, fourteen of them are designated "tricky" words, which means that the phonics rules don't apply to them. Well, if the phonics rules don't apply to almost half of the most common words in the language, exactly what use is it to anyone?

The funny thing is, I can't remember how I learned to read. I imagine that's not an uncommon thought – childhood memories fade over time, after all – but I'm pretty sure it didn't involve phonics at any point. I can tell this because I can spell, and don't think that because "rough" is pronounced "r-u-ff" that it should be spelled that way too, which is what I see kids doing on a daily basis.

It's difficult to know what to suggest, though. Phonics is fashionable. Someone somewhere said it was "good" and it stuck. As with most fashions, this is nothing to do with how good it is. It is simply the "in" thing at the time.

It doesn't help, of course, that the leader of today's training day was a patronising, aggressive middle-aged harpy who clearly had a chip on her shoulder about something. Her holier-than-thou attitude towards phonics and teaching reading and her steadfast refusal to consider any alternatives (even doing an arrogant "shaking head" movement whenever anyone raised a point she didn't agree with) made everyone resent the process even more than its inherent stupidity already did.

This video pretty much sums up the problem:

(Thanks to Jeff Parsons for bringing this to my attention.)

Here's a poem, too. Don't say I'm not good to you.

I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, lough and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird,
And dead: it’s said like bed, not bead –
For goodness sake don’t call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there’s dose and rose and lose –
Just look them up – and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword,
And do and go and thwart and cart –
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I’d mastered it when I was five!

Quoted by Vivian Cook and Melvin Bragg 2004,
by Richard Krogh, in D Bolinger & D A Sears, Aspects of Language, 1981,
and in Spelling Progress Bulletin March 1961, Brush up on your English.

One A Day, Day 10: On The Edge

Part the First

Horrible day today. The behaviour of the children is getting worse and worse and I feel powerless to do anything about it. Probably because I am powerless to do anything about it. My predecessor apparently used to "bellow" at them every so often to get them to be quiet, but last time I bellowed at them (which got the point across nicely, incidentally) I ended up being the one getting told off for it. Which is pretty ridiculous, really.

I've said it before, I'll say it again. Children respond to shock tactics and humiliation. The stupid culture of reward that is instilled in modern education now does not achieve anything. When you reward children for everything, including sitting down on a chair (I'm not joking) all rewards completely lose their impact and all you're left with are punishments… which don't work because the kids don't respect adults. It's a complete no-win situation and short of a drastic shakeup of the education system, I don't see a way forward. But it's not politically correct to punish children. It's not even politically correct to shout at them any more. Teachers are impotent in the face of poor behaviour.

Take one kid in my class. I won't use his real name. Let's call him Jack. No, actually, let's call him Cock. Because he is.

Cock has a difficult home life – one of those indecipherable ones involving domestic violence and on-off relationships. As a result (apparently) he's become the person he is – rude, argumentative, confrontational, violent, cheeky and lazy. The school he's at now – where I teach him – was about his third in the space of a couple of months when he arrived.

I can't do anything with him. And when he chooses to kick off, he drags the rest of the class along with him. Because, being kids, they find it hilarious when he lies on the floor, or runs around chasing people, or starts shouting "The Pakistanis are coming!". In a school with a rather large ethnic minority population.

And there's nothing you can do about it. He's been spoken to by me and senior members of staff at the school. His parents have been spoken to. He's had letters home. He has special sessions with teaching assistants. Yet still he's an asshole. His home life is used as a constant excuse for his shitty behaviour. And while it may upset him, that's still not an excuse. There's too much hand-wringing over what are delightfully termed "challenging" children. They should suffer the consequences of poor behaviour just like everyone else. Except no-one else really suffers any consequences either.

Right. Starting to see the problem here.

Still, after handing in my written resignation I calculated today that I only have 51 days until my escape – only 35 of which are actually teaching days. Which is nice. Beginning to wish I had just given them a week's notice and buggered off.

Part the Second

So Apple finally announced the iPad, the official name of the "Apple tablet" which everyone has inexplicably known about for months. And already there are painfully unfunny jokes going around about the "iTampon". I may just be grumpy because of a shit day, but I don't find that even a little bit funny – largely because we've had things called "[something] pad" for years and no-one has ever commented. My estimation of the intelligence of the Internet has just dropped a notch, and I'm reminded of something Mark Whiting of the Squadron of Shame said on our Deus Ex podcast – "Back in '99 we all thought the Internet would turn into SkyNet. This was before we knew it would turn into 4Chan."

As for the device itself… it's a big iPhone which, at this time, I have no interest in owning. I like proper computers too much to even consider a tablet. Call me a traditionalist.

Part the Third

At the time of writing, in 12 hours' time, there will be something exciting announced on Good Old Games. They have been cock-teasing everybody for the last few days on Facebook and Twitter… tomorrow we'll get to finally find out what the big news is. I'm certainly intrigued. You should be too.

Now it's late. Time for bed for me. This entry has been fragmented, but so has my brain. I really don't want to have to go in and deal with those kids again tomorrow… but I have to just keep counting down to first freedom and then an undoubtedly awesome time at PAX East. I can't wait. For either thing.

Good night.