Concrete and Clay

There is one more day of term left before the summer holidays and we are in a zombie like state, a parallel universe where everyone has to be here but no-one wants to be. As you wander around the school you can see the flicker of the DVDs that are playing in virtually every room, despite the instructions from the boss to 'work them to the wire'. Yeah right. Everything is at a snail's pace - the boys slope around aimlessly, the teachers desperate to get on that plane to kick back, relax and erase the memories, rewire the brain so they can come back and start a fresh. I sit here typing this as the boys play the latest flash games on the net which they have managed to access circumnavigating the useless filter. The first day the filter went up some of them managed to get around it and download some porn - how? google images is not filtered! genius. What shall I fill my time with? lazy days taking in a bit of Modigliani and Hodgkin, seeing Lolo smile for the first time and dancing til dawn at the big chill. Easy now.