I managed to squeeze a new job into the weekly schedule. Nothing big and exceptional. I was offered the job by a specialist school close to home who wanted another invigilator/scribe/reader to add to their bank of staff. It is purely on an as needed basis but that suits me.
It is much more fun than expected. The teenagers are most polite and I have a few moments of seeming respect such as I NEVER receive from the Folly teens.
- Would you like a drink, miss? says one and I turn around to see who's behind me. No-one, she's talking to me - haven't been called miss for years.
- There's the one who seems to have fallen asleep at the computer and perhaps needs a prompt? No - he's just finished the exam.
- There's the one whose hand seems to hover at shoulder height - perhaps a question? No - just a half-hearted stretch.
- The one who doesn't want to use the computer provided - you will have to write your answer on the paper then and yes we have got a pen you can borrow.
- Then there are those who don't turn up - ill, forgotten, habitually late, suspended - on go the theories.
I wonder if this is how the Follies Four work their way through the trials of their own tests. I find myself with a greater understanding of their struggles through the complexities of exam questions, controlled assessments and mocks.