I was asked to accompany a Year 10 group of ICT students to Bristol Zoo today; last year's Year 9 - not the most pleasant of year groups to be honest, and therefore not the most enticing of prospects, but I agreed to go, despite my ambivalence about zoos and Year 10 in general. School trips do not thrill me at the best of times, particularly given the vast amounts of beaurocracy that accompanies them, but the thought that I would not be responsible for the overall administration of this trip and the fact that it was a relatively short one (leaving at 9, back by 3 in time for the last buzzer) informed my final decision.
We got on a bus. We set off. We arrived. We looked at sad creatures in small enclosures. We got hot. We got back on a bus. We travelled back, getting hotter and hotter with the freakish September weather that has descended upon Wales this week. We arrived back at school in time for the last buzzer. Nothing untoward happened. Paperwork was completed. No children were lost or fell into an enclosure. Everything went well.
Now I'm supervising a detention with a young man who needs to learn some manners. Apparently, his parents are very disppointed that he has an after school detention. So am I. It's nice outside. I should be in my garden with a mojito, enjoying this freakish September weather.
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