Firstly, shall I say: emotional resilience is overrated. Don't tell my Year 7's I said that, no kidding I'm supposed to teach them resilience it's in my contract. I don't know if we ever really learn it. I think we learn to live within or without our own emotional resilience, pretty much as it is. And that's all. I don't think I know anyone who is actually, honestly emotionally resilient. I'm also not sure it can be learnt (and not just because I'm told I have to teach it). Don't tell my boss or I'll lose my job/house and I've become quite attached to both of those.
Secondly: That photo is teh cuteness. Nuff said.
Word verification: cestsol nencempl - "Blogger is taking the piss".
I agree, Nomsky. I'm curious how the Dept of Education suggests you teach emotional resilience?
I suspect the best remedy is have a good sleep, then when you wake up the next day get to the nearest coffee shop and cestsol nencempl as quickly as possible!
Sorry Kettle, I posted early in the morning after a lengthy Skype session with my son in Washington, during which we play a drinking game, where the use of certain words requires the user to take a shot of Makers Mark. I was doing really well until the subject of his mother came up. Use of the words "bitch" and "whore" incur an addition two shot penalty.
Then I posted a list of possible chapter topics for the biography, which, later that morning, having both woken and sobered up, I thought best to delete on the basis that a number of peoples careers would be totally fucked as a result, although I probably could left the stuff about Marlene Dietrich without any real harm being done.
Ah, I've only just got to this! I operate outside the Dept of Education. I work at a Catholic school, so it is the Catholic Education Dept who tell me to do such things. As well as teach Religion (did I tell you I have to teach Religion this year?! Well, I do!)
I would say stuff about Catholics and making things up and whatnot, but again, the house/the job, I am attached to.
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Aha! Now it will let me comment!
Firstly, shall I say: emotional resilience is overrated. Don't tell my Year 7's I said that, no kidding I'm supposed to teach them resilience it's in my contract. I don't know if we ever really learn it. I think we learn to live within or without our own emotional resilience, pretty much as it is. And that's all. I don't think I know anyone who is actually, honestly emotionally resilient. I'm also not sure it can be learnt (and not just because I'm told I have to teach it). Don't tell my boss or I'll lose my job/house and I've become quite attached to both of those.
Secondly: That photo is teh cuteness. Nuff said.
Word verification: cestsol nencempl - "Blogger is taking the piss".
I agree, Nomsky. I'm curious how the Dept of Education suggests you teach emotional resilience?
I suspect the best remedy is have a good sleep, then when you wake up the next day get to the nearest coffee shop and cestsol nencempl as quickly as possible!
Little Kettlekins doesn't look at ALL tired :)
He really doesn't Squibby, does he? I think I've been ageing in dog years since he joined the clan!
My ex-wife's father was in the clan, 'cept they spelled it with a K.
Shit Mr E! Bags writing your biography one day. You got some stories to tell, man.
Oh Mr E! Your comment has gone. Oh for shame. Perhaps it is a discussion for our next beer and lemons afternoon.
Hey hope you're well.
Sorry Kettle,
I posted early in the morning after a lengthy Skype session with my son in Washington, during which we play a drinking game, where the use of certain words requires the user to take a shot of Makers Mark. I was doing really well until the subject of his mother came up. Use of the words "bitch" and "whore" incur an addition two shot penalty.
Then I posted a list of possible chapter topics for the biography, which, later that morning, having both woken and sobered up, I thought best to delete on the basis that a number of peoples careers would be totally fucked as a result, although I probably could left the stuff about Marlene Dietrich without any real harm being done.
Ah shazbutt Mr E, hurray for drinking games and what a shame for next-day-sober-reflections. This will indeed require another beer and lemons session!
Ah, I've only just got to this! I operate outside the Dept of Education. I work at a Catholic school, so it is the Catholic Education Dept who tell me to do such things. As well as teach Religion (did I tell you I have to teach Religion this year?! Well, I do!)
I would say stuff about Catholics and making things up and whatnot, but again, the house/the job, I am attached to.
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