You know you're short on time when you find yourself writing your Edinburgh show on your phone inbetween lessons.
I really wanted to say I was leaving my TA job today - my contract ends at the end of August anyway and I've not signed a new one, as much as they assume that I'm coming back. Just as I was about to hand my notice in, two other people did it too. We're a team of 5; I can't leave the boss (the only person I like there) in the shit, so I'll work there till October half-term I guess.
Anyway, last day till September. The kids were so rude today, so incredibly rude. I flipped out - I shouted, aggressively at one of them, but that's only because he had spent the whole day digging at me. I loudly informed him: this is why you have no friends; it's because you act like a prat.
He seemed to understand.
Two great drum lessons followed, just to confirm this is my future.
Finished the Jazz Otter script.
Picked up A from the airport and got confused by Stanstead, just generally.
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