Curiosity's crooked finger beckoned me further

I am allowing myself to think that being in a cosmopolitan, densely populated city that is teeming with the rich and famous, should result in me meeting any of them. You may be asking what is the purpose of such a meeting, well I couldn't tell you. The question I guess then is: am I unique in feeling this way, do other average, un-famous people like me desire to befriend the mysteriously popular.

Not meeting Julia Roberts for example or Brad Pitt would be of no loss. I do not feel any mysterious desires to understand them, but if the occasion arose would I want to discuss Twilight with Robert Paternson, Harry Potter with Joanne Rowling or football with David Beckham. I would take it and hopefully my knowledge would rise to the occasion.

But my lessons on probability this week point to the unlikeliness of the situation, even my students will agree. How disappointing.

Hurry up and wait

Wake up 6am
Dress and Ready by 7am
Walk to station, train to bus to the airport.
Arrive at 8am for 10am flight. To be on the safe side of course.

What time does the EasyJet plane lift off? 10:30 you say? perhaps 11:00? Nope, wrong again.
Travel is a sloth.

cringe

This is the first time I will see this class and I pump myself up to be strict and look mean. I don't want to be a push over from the first day. I walk the corridor to the classroom and try to avoid smiling at the kids as I unlock and enter. The students walk in and after greeting them I allow them to sit. It's then that I notice their teacher standing at the door and in confusion I try to argue that this is my class. This is however not my class, I am in the wrong classroom, I have misread the timetable and have to gather all my pride that is seeping into the carpet to walk out of the classroom and find my own class. By this time I have lost all confidence and the first day of term has begun.