But there is one more heinous hurdle to leap before we are free to bathe in alcohol for the summer. In my school at least, the last day is a purgatory where form tutors are imprisoned in their rooms with 25 bored and unruly teens (at least 5 are either truanting or will have been taken on some lovely sounding exotic holiday) for 3 and a half hours. A length of time only broken by a brief 20 minute break and an interminably dull end of term house assembly.
What do you do? The usual ploy is sweets and movies but as you can imagine the chance of 25, 12 year old's agreeing on a film to watch on an aging white board that you can barely see on a computer that is likely to reject any DVD you have chosen is fairly remote. Add sugar to the mix and you are in a world of hurt. To make life more of a misery, my form has a collection of boys (the girls are lovely) who appear to have just stepped out of an episode of the Bash Street Kids.
Or more accurately, Viz.
At the end of the Spring term I risked my sanity and my newly painted toys and introduced my lovely little terrors to the wonderful world of dungeon crawling as evidenced by this very post .
As can be seen, apart from the sheer terror of allowing the little numpties to touch stuff it was actually pretty successful in keeping them entertained and they have been asking to play it ever since.
So I need to up my game. or rather, their game.
The kids were appreciative and stupidly excitable which is the perfect mix. After break when they had ran around for a bit they turned on each other and starred to throw dice/ kill colleagues but that was all part of the fun. They loved it and I loved running it for them. I wonder if they'll feel the same at Christmas?