God, I don't know what’s up with me today but I can't stay awake. I didn't have one drink this weekend and this is how I am repaid!
Well. I guess this is the post that should have been done some time ago. I started my PGCE in Secondary History with Citizenship three weeks ago and its been pretty hectic and a little disheartening.
You start a new course, at a new place, with new people and there’s always something bound to go wrong.
I live in Greater Manchester and I’d had enough trouble finding the place for my interview. I set off at 10:00am for a two o clock interview and only just made it there on time. I’m not a bad driver but I have a sever inability to plan journeys.
So four hours after I set off I got there and had the interview and it went ok and some time later II heard back that I got on. All is well (especially considering that I applied very late and I think the interview was at the end of June? Something like that). Fade forward two months and in an attempt to avoid repeating what happened last time I got a friend to come with me (one of those who knows where, for example, Norfolk is. And furthermore, if you ask him where something is and he doesn’t know he’ll go on about it all night about where he thinks it might be and where it definitely can’t be until he finally finds a road map and declares its true location…..Ipswich?). We did the journey in about 45 mins and I had it written down…mentally in my head. To be fair I think he’d agree with me when I say it was completely his fault I ended up in Wigan that first day. We went the motorway route (i.e. the roads were all prefixed with m’s – this is for when I read this back to myself later otherwise I won’t know what I’m on about) but then he filled my head with all this A580 talk and dual carriage ways with national speed limits and four lanes. What am I supposed to do with that? Somewhere along the line I ended up in St. Helens, since the town’s name clicked in my head when I saw it on a big blue sign and so when I swerved across four lanes of rush hour traffic to take the exit I had a little chuckle to myself. Can’t find my way eh? Think again. Well, one of us did.
To cut a long story short, it took me just two hours and I managed to traverse my way by complete luck to the college at exactly the time I should have been there. I admit I get lost a lot but I always seem to find my way there on time! Into introductory lectures and the sort which all proved to be a promising start to a demanding course.
I guess that’s it really. It’s a shame that since some on the course have family responsibilities and so many more of us have to commute fairly long distances that we won’t be able to socialise in a more relaxed, informal and oh yes lets say it inebriated manner but that’s a small price to pay for having such affable people on the course to work with. Having said that, we’re off to Liverpool tomorrow to see the Maritime Museum and do a town trail before all staying around when we’ve finished for a drink of the alcoholic variety. The problem is, I have to catch a train……Something I’ve never done before……….Is anyone free tomorrow at about six o clock?
Dave
This post has been edited by Dave Tems: 22 October 2003 - 12:49 PM