The Good: I finished Tim Winton's Breath today. I enjoyed it but I think it is one of those novels that I think I come to love when I read it a second time. Anyhow, the fact that I have actually found a Tim Winton novel that I enjoyed reading at all is an achievement, especially after the debacle that was Dirt Music. I love the way his stories explore broken people, how those people become broken and whether anything can fill the God-shaped hole they find in their lives. Although, he does seem to use the same three or four archetypes each time.
The Bad: My head cold.
The Ugly: Year 9s. I don't want to go there.
I think I am drifting at the moment. In spite of my fondness and admiration for the people I work with, I am starting to wonder whether I am cut out for life in a public school in a low socio-economic area. I love teaching but I am not exactly a people person and I don't think I can make an impact on people who don't really have a desire to learn. Unfortunately, a significant section of the student cohort has a serious "Fuck You" attitude problem. You hearing me? Is there any point spending another year of my life when the grass could be greener on the other side?