One of those Welsh Swedes
Jul. 8th, 2006 11:27 pmWatching the Tour de France while I had my bedtime cup of chamomile tea last night: "There he goes, the big Swede from Cardiff." Hmm. Either Cardiff is not where I thought it was or people from Cardiff are not the nationality I thought they were. Do you remember the Swedish invasion of Wales?
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I burnt my hand on my new sandwich press last week, in the webbing between where the thumb joins onto the hand, which made life awkward for a bit but it's mostly better now. I'm currently trialling those liquid band-aids, which I didn't think would work at all, and I'm quite impressed. The raw skin is definitely staying clean. It's good enough to let me begin at last my delayed knitting project, making a baby kimono for a friend. This kimono, in fact, in a soft, natural green colour. I love the teddy bear in the big photo, obviously telling some scandalous gossip.
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Victoria (being the State in which the City by the Sea finds itself) has recently introduced a new system of grades for primary school students. Being neither parent nor teacher nor child this would be of little consequence to me, except that I've had to listen to every parent and teacher I know complaining long and bitterly about these grades. The grades given are the usual A, B, C, D, E ones, but the criteria have changed to a new, "commonsense" way of working them out. As far as I can tell, this means that a child who is working at a level that could reasonably be expected for his/her age gets a C. A child working at a level one year above the age expectation gets a B; a level two or more years above the age expectation gets an A. One teacher friend has consequently had to give every single student in her class a C, and has then informally told all parents to ignore the report. Does this sound like commonsense to you?
I burnt my hand on my new sandwich press last week, in the webbing between where the thumb joins onto the hand, which made life awkward for a bit but it's mostly better now. I'm currently trialling those liquid band-aids, which I didn't think would work at all, and I'm quite impressed. The raw skin is definitely staying clean. It's good enough to let me begin at last my delayed knitting project, making a baby kimono for a friend. This kimono, in fact, in a soft, natural green colour. I love the teddy bear in the big photo, obviously telling some scandalous gossip.
Victoria (being the State in which the City by the Sea finds itself) has recently introduced a new system of grades for primary school students. Being neither parent nor teacher nor child this would be of little consequence to me, except that I've had to listen to every parent and teacher I know complaining long and bitterly about these grades. The grades given are the usual A, B, C, D, E ones, but the criteria have changed to a new, "commonsense" way of working them out. As far as I can tell, this means that a child who is working at a level that could reasonably be expected for his/her age gets a C. A child working at a level one year above the age expectation gets a B; a level two or more years above the age expectation gets an A. One teacher friend has consequently had to give every single student in her class a C, and has then informally told all parents to ignore the report. Does this sound like commonsense to you?