The moral of toady's story is "Be careful what you wish for". Examples of this have been witnessed all through the ages: Pinocchio wishing to be a real boy...........little did he know that this was also Jepetto's dream (me nan's not reading this is she?), the girl from Labrynth who had her brother stolen away from her........but c'mon, if anyone's going to abduct your sibling it'd ease the pain if you knew it was an 80's David Bowie rather than one of those bespectacled predators with bad haircuts, and obviously any one of the tens of storylines from American Teen dramas.
In a nutshell, during a training weekend that took place when "X" first arrived in August, the preachers were asked for their opinions on how (a very successful) church could be improved. One of the responses given to this seemingly innocuous question was that, ideally, they'd all like more time to plan sermons.......
Fast-forward 3 months to an emergency meeting called on the first Monday back after October half-term. In which, the preachers are told by the governing body, that not only have they supplied new text books for them they have also listened carefully to their requests and have generously given them two weeks extra for training and planning.
How thougtful, finally someone is listening to wh.......oh wait there......... where have these two weeks magically appeared from?? "SURPRISE!!!!! You now have two weeks less holiday!"
In true Didier Drogba style, there have been regretful comments attributed to "X" that were made in the immediate aftermath of this farce, sorry, situation. However, "X" remains 100% committed to his/her team and feels the appropriate time for discussion of his/her future is at the end of the season.
Outside of the parish.....
I returned to Villa de Leyva for a bank holiday weekend (they literally have 9 bank holiday weekends here) where I sampled some Colombian horse-riding (which means without any safety equipment), I nearly died climbing around some beautiful waterfalls (word of warning: converse are not climbing shoes), saw some leaf-cutter ants in action (possibly the highlight of my life so far) and I realised that Colombian people are some of the most friendly and warm people I've met, it's such a shame I'm dead inside.....
By far the most important news, and the one piece which will confirm that my motive for being a teacher is solely to have one more crack at attempting to be popular after making such a hash of it first time round, was given to me by my students who call me "Mr. Super" (this due to my penchant for using the word repeatedly in lessons, and also because I refuse to change my clothes in anything but a Metropolis Phone Booth). Apparently, one of the students has set up a Facebook group titled "People who love the HOMIE Christopher Sewards" which I've been obliged to check out and find out it's currently 12 members strong. I probably shouldn't encourage them by having a life-size cut out of myself (with hands on hips) at the other end of the board.
The one night I decide to stay in with my book, my oft-wailing neighbour decides to stay in with his hammer....if there is a God surely an incident involving a misplaced 3 inch nail and his guitar playing hand is only seconds away........
Friday, 9 November 2007
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