Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: September 2nd, 2019 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: My Life | The Job. - (Comments are closed)
I’ve taught my last lesson, which was more of a milestone than usual because I’m not going back in September. It’s time for a change. I am officially entering The After Math.
— Lois Lindemann (@MoreThanMaths) July 18, 2019
Today did not start with an alarm and an INSET […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: January 8th, 2015 Posted in: Everything Tags for this post: Maths | The Job. - (Comments are closed) How would you write three pounds and fifty pence in figures?
When walking through central London at the weekend, I noticed something slightly unusual about the menu pinned up outside the Golden Fleece pub:
I thought it was odd, but assumed it was a one-off. Then I spotted the same thing on the […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: January 5th, 2015 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: My Life | The Job. Comments are closed 1. Converted a muddy mess into a garden that I love
Once upon a time we had an overgrown quagmire at the back of our house. Then some mild weather back in February allowed me to get started on some pruning and one thing led to another. We cut back, pruned, dug out and cleared […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: August 14th, 2014 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: The Job. Comments are closed Today is the day that A level students across the country will find out their results.
I’m sure there will be tears.
Let’s hope they are the joyful variety.
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: June 8th, 2014 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: My Life | The Job. Comments are closed Q: What happens when you leave the sixth form alone for two minutes with your log in screen projected on the board?
A: You acquire a rather dashing moustache. And a monocle. And a top hat (worn at a jaunty angle, of course.)
It’s a shame that the excellent local fancy dress shop has […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: November 4th, 2013 Posted in: Everything | Life Tags for this post: Quotes and Quips | The Job. Comments are closed Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
attributed to Seneca (via Lifehacker)
How true. I’m hoping that my hard-working Y11 students make their own luck when they take their GCSE Mathematics exams this week.
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I had forgotten that I had written this post. Given what happened since […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: July 20th, 2011 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | The Job. - (Comments are closed) Mr TLC is not a man to be outdone. Oh no.
Mr TLC obviously felt that Super Mum had not tested the services of the NHS rigorously enough, so he decided to take on a spot of testing himself.
It started with a bang, the sort of bang made by a man who has […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: September 18th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | The Job. - (Comments are closed) … but a little procrastination won’t hurt. Isn’t that what weekends are for?
Anyhoo, it must be time for a quick catch up, so here it is:
I’m now two weeks into my new job and still very happy that I’ve moved. I’m still trying to remember a great many names, getting lost/walking in circles […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: August 17th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | The Job. - (Comments are closed) Hello! Remember me? I’ve been exceedingly busy doing a great many things, some interesting, some not (such is life), so here’s a quick update:
I have been to Paris, which went something like this: count children onto a bus, set off, travel a bit, count children, arrive at science museum, count children, have a brilliant […]
Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: May 9th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: People Watching | The Job. - (Comments are closed) We were sitting in a very quiet pub early yesterday evening, waiting for some friends to meet us for a pre-curry drink, when a guy who was sitting at the other side of the room finally stopped having a loud, booming conversation into his mobile phone and started having a loud, booming conversation with his […]
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