Last week, my placement with my old school was cancelled. I was a bit miffed but the agency had more work lined up for me. I purposely blocked some days as I knew that the orders will come in thick and fast. Now I am being spread like butter on a hot day. I am at three different schools in the next seven days. There is a regular primary school where I will be in reception class (kindergarten) tomorrow, back to a tiny school (87 pupils) on Tuesday next week, then I have been signed up at a Special Needs Unit until the end of term. It look like the
Tomorrows stint starts at 08:20 and is a few miles away. Not a prob with Google Maps, but I usually like to reccy a place out first. The full time work is near the same place, so I will have time to look at that after my morning stint with the little ones. I just count myself lucky right now that I have work coming in. Even if they are kickers/biters/spitters/punchers. I yearn for a place in a bookshop, or (even better) a copywriting position somewhere. Alas, in Sunny Cornwall, it is holiday trade, education system and NHS. There isn't really anything else.