Yesterday was nothing special. I revised all day, dad and I had takeaway while mum went to a film with one of her friends, went to bed earlier than the night before and that was that.
Today, I went to my old school. This was to visit my GCSE/A Level physics teacher, the legendary Mr Cuthburtson, and to chat to his Year 12′s about Materials. I was shocked at how easily I found my way around the school, apparently seven years of walking the corridors really does stay with you! In the two and a half years since I left, many of the teachers I knew have also gone, and rooms have been changed, even whole new classrooms have been put in.
At 9.30 I walked in and got a shock recognising some faces who I still see as tiny pip-squeak Year 7′s sitting looking all grown up and intelligent. Mr C hadn’t yet told them why I was there, so there was a lot of confusion, and after a bit of chat about general life and the IB which they are now studying, I gave them a small talk. I basically told them what I was doing, why it was cool, passed around my Biomaterials text book and spent a while telling one of the guys not to get too excited when they saw how small it is. When we got bored of that, Mr C pulled out this blog, and we spent a while looking at the animated videos on the front-page and reading some of my most recent blogs. It was a bit embarassing….this stuff seems fine when I’m writing it, but when someone else is reading it in front of you, particularly Year 12′s and an ex-teacher…well. My problem is I’m too honest…
Anyway, when they left at the end of Block 1, a class of Year 13 biologists came in and we left hurriedly with a box of biscuits and some tea (mmm), retreating for a chat in one of the old project rooms; followed by a tour around the newest science labs. They used to be our English rooms, and they were pretty cool! Massive sky-light windows which would be perfect for growing plants, bio, mmm….anyway, my old chem teacher was in there and we spent a while talking about my PhD plans. I saw the new technicians science room, then a quick goodbye and off for a wander around the rest of the school.
I visited quite a few of my old departments, but all the music teachers I knew have left except one, who was in France apparently (I wonder what she was doing there). I did notice they now have an orchestra, which is something I massively campaigned for while I was there and never achieved. Good for them! My maths teachers rooms had changed and I was unable to find them having strayed into breaktime…but I did find an old English teacher in the English office which was very emotional, as I haven’t spoken to her for about five years, and she was probably the second best teacher I ever had (Mr C obviously being the first).
Actually, while we are on this, maybe I should say why I decided to get into physics and engineering…it was all thanks to Mr C saying “No girls do physics” on our Year 12 choices day. This after me spending three years hating it, and vowing never ever ever to do it. Well, I got the A and I’m now doing Materials, and I hope that everyone at ICC appreciates him, because he is one of a kind!
I left after seeking out some old friends in the tertiary common room, and finding only one. At my parents office I took photos of my cars AMAZING decorations, which mum had done for me, then headed to have lunch and a massive chat with one of my school-friends. I got home, did about ten minutes of revision, got some house keys cut after being locked out in the rain the other day and sent my Bio notes to Carlos as he had tendonitis at the time and couldn’t write in any of them. Mum got back and we headed off to the allotment with where I got to catch and hold the cutest lamb in the world while a rubber band got put on his tale (sob). The hail chased us home and stopped the minute we got in. We ate the stew I made yesterday for dinner, and I’ve spent all evening updating the Zamsaf Facebook page.
Now, everybody loves mail. I don’t mean email, or those periodicals that get sent through the door every so often. And I know we ALL hate junk mail. I’m talking about a good old letter or postcard. I happen to love sending postcards and mum also gave me a massive pile of pretty cool free ones. For the price of five worthy comments (and an email to email@example.com with your physical address…anywhere in the world goes) I will send you a postcard with a lovely greeting on it.
Note I didn’t take any photos of the school cos I know there some legal issues with that. Website is here.