So here it is, “Merry Christmas”… and that’s one term down and two to go. I’m shattered, but in a good way trust me.The school production took up the great majority of the final few weeks – lessons were fit around rehearsals, although the sequence on “The Charge of the Light Brigade” that I’d been working on was squeezed in a fair bit (along with a few maths lessons on negative numbers to be sure that the children had met their targets for the term) with the odd ICT lesson on posters and presentations. It’s so hard to know what to say, here. The situation has changed so much since I started, that I’m not totally sure which way is up any more. I’m petrified at the thought of qualifying, yet desperately concerned that I’ll never be ready and so won’t pass muster when it comes to assessment time. (This was mitigated to some extent when my mentor assured me that he still wasn’t convinced he’d ever be ready by the half-term in the summer term of his PGCE training). This has been a wonderful first term – the school is excellent, the staff supportive and helpful and the children… well, most of the time they’re lovely, too. Now, next term, I just have to get my head around all of the paperwork hoops through which I need to jump in order to qualify! Wish me luck… eep.