Date for Entry: (Friday 06 December 2024)
Actual Date of Online Entry: (December 2024)
[T1, W:15 – WD:, (Td:)*].
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Dear Diary,
This morning I did
not feel like wearing any work clothes. Instead, I chose my St George's
Mitchell House T-shirt. I still had to pull on shocks. Daddy and I left the
house quickly to get to Curepe. I took the old church bag with the things for
Isa this evening to give him. I made sure to put it in my bag last night to not
forget it. The staffroom was very empty. Everyone was coming in late. I decided
to eat the Curepe pie on the way coming down Sixth Avenue though I knew it wouldn't
do much for my stomach.
As soon as I got in Donna was calling me to
come help them out with the pan. I went to see about the timesheet first before
anything. As soon as my logbook times were sent, the information was
transferred to the form. I then walked over to the office and had that
transferred over into the school's book. The Principal's voice was heard in the
back of the room. I went to leave the form by my desk and then message Afisha
about its location.
Mel had asked me
when I was asking Mr Charles to sign the form if I wanted to do Toc-toc for
them. As soon as the form was by my desk, I went over to the hall to assist Mrs
Noons-Charles with the 3 Cello. Then they did a run of the song with me doing
the toc-toc. Somehow there was an issue with the order and amount of times each
song was to be played. I waited for Miss Jones and Crystal to come in the
second time and for Mrs Noons-Charles to remember her five pitch locations.
They were counted in and the same order issue occurred.
The teachers had
to leave for the staffroom to see about leaving for their 'function'. At that
time I remained in the hall typing up the journal entries for Wednesday, and yesterday,
and then went back. Mel and some students were decorating the hall. She had
brought Mr Sheppard in to speak with him about church matters while I began the
entry for today. I felt like I wanted to leave but then it was 11:54 and Isa
would have been preparing to go to the mosque.
It was very special
to see "Riba" who came to school. He knocked on the wind calling me
to wave goodbye. I saw "Jenny" Atwell who came for her consent forms.
There was a pot to go through. She had to be given a blank one for Mel to
insert her name in the back of the staff room. Mel and Mr Sheppard were in the
back chatting for a while. It sounded like Pastor Janelle had called her too. Parents
were coming for consent forms too.
After we went
back to the hall, there was the last of the stage to decorate. Since there was
only one reindeer I suggested that it be placed in front of the red curtains to
the back centre back of the stage. There was an extra vase so I suggested that
they put it by the head so that way it would look like the reindeer was eating
from the vase. The two security ladies were both helping with the last of the
stage's skirting.
Mel was hungry
and asked me if I was. She took me to Hunties and we got lunch there. We both
went for a shandy and sat in the back of the staffroom to eat. The two guards
had joined us too. I ate from my biscuit pan as a plate like Tuesday night
sleeping over at George's. They learned about the concert for tomorrow, the
time for it, the MTS celebration part by the Principal and other things. We had
a laugh when they saw me using the biscuit pan to rest the big breast bone.
That evening,
Miss and I went to see about lateness and absences. It was very strange to see
how it looked over the phone when entering the numbers onto the school's
platform. At 3:15 I left school and walked up the road. Thankfully a bus came
as I was crossing the road and took me.
By the middle of
the St Goerge’s Savannah, Miss Jones met me on the pavement and said,
"Wayz! You now leaving?" We have a lovely chat there. I told her the
joke I was telling Mel about all the work in George's that I did and the extra
hours at the school that they are trying to make a Georgian too.
Daddy was
waiting outside of the terminal. I would that the ride to Curepe this evening
was not a quick one. We crossed the road and went up the stairs to see Isa. He
had just finished the first half of the books that were sent by email. The rest
of it was the National Anthem.
Unfortunately,
his email did not save the anthem. I had to get him to take it from my
flashdrive to print it. It took me one hour and a half to get the pages sorted
and then bound. Daddy helped me get the folders out of the package. I got the
spines out and then slipped the documents in for him to staple them in. It was
so beautiful to hold all of them in my hands. The loudmouth man liked the way
they looked too and thought that it was Isa who made the cover.
That night I
returned to Excel, where I tried to make the digital markbook. Some more
attempts were made. As the night got later I had to go rest for tomorrow. Mel
and I would be meeting in school to work on the rest of the marks and lates and
absences. Some more exploring will have to be done with the sizing of the cells
and an appropriate way to insert a table for formula tallies. It still looked
like a possible idea to materialise and I look forward to that day of
accomplishment.
Daryl
Zion M. Ali
(7:26 am – 3:17 pm)
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