Ní bhíonn an rath, ach mara mbíonn an smacht.

It's war - I will win.

Nearly got kicked in the face today by a six foot tall black boy. He's as broad as he is tall. His clumsiness terrifies me - I'm scared he's going to knock me over. No idea why this kid is still in the school. On Friday he ran into the drama studio and assaulted another kid, just started on him, a totally unprovoked attack. I rushed to get the paperwork done, only to discover today that his only punishment is a senior detention - I see. I was told that he was going to be excluded. What a disappointment it was seeing his ugly face today. He's vile. I am not one to label anyone, but he really is just full of nastiness, totally out of control. I am not strong enough or skilled enough to take a monster like that on.

Was told to "Shut-up, don't talk to me!" By one of our supposedly academically elite year 11 kids - mind you this is mild, comes with the territory. My year 11's hate me. I have no idea what I have done to them. Looking forward to them all leaving. They're incredibly lazy. Can't be bothered going into details. Too much shite ...... constant confrontations.


No learning took place today in any of my lessons, sorry Ibn Batutta. All of the lessons should have been fun and stimulating, in reality they were just me containing groups of really grotesquely behaved teenagers, in the stuffy drama studio. Perhaps they are winning because I am beginning to dislike my subject now. I definitely dislike the majority of my students today. Tuesday will be a better day because I have hand picked a group of 24 kids which I am taking out, as a special treat to the Almeida Theatre - all of my beautiful angels are going to watch a play. I have arranged for them to meet the cast, director and writer afterwards.

Due to the recent stabbings the head will be going round the school tomorrow with metal detectors.

Pissed off. Where's Ibn? Ibn you need to sing me a sweet song, so that I can de-stress.