I think Doctor Who Week was a success. The students seemed to enjoy it. I am feeling pooped, so at this moment I am past caring. It certainly takes it out of you, all this Time Travelling Malarkey.
We made monsters, storyboards, stop- frame animations, masks and board games, and quizzed until our brains were exhausted of all Who knowledge. But the highlight of the week was definitely the visit of the Dalek. When it came swooshing up the Science corridor and I glanced up from the labours over my chicken (more of which later) my heart jumped a bit and for a nano-second I was transported back to childhood and the memory of why Daleks freaked me out. But that's the magic of them, you see. Even though my brain knew it was a model (albeit a very well constructed and realistic model) and that operating the controls inside was one of my Year 11 students who is a very nice lad, my spirit was caught up in the theatre of the experience. This WAS the terrifying enemy of the Doctor who had the power to exterminate a mere mortal such as I with one zap of its proboscis - or in this case, and much to the delight of some very excitable Lower School students, a water pistol gadget.
The chap who built the Dalek refused to take any payment for his visit so I popped into town after school and made a donation to the British Heart Foundation as a 'thank you.' The visit brought much happiness to a lot of staff; the ladies of the cafeteria arrived en masse and fairly mobbed the poor creature. Out came the phones, the Dalek obliged with an electrifying 'Cheeeeeeeeze' and the café gals were thrilled by it all. Similarly, the school receptionist and school nurse, who was fair overcome by the vapours and declared that her day, nay her week, was made!
The Dalek went walkabout at breaktime. The reactions of students when they clocked it across the paved area at the centre of the school was priceless! Truly, truly priceless! It was one of those precious moments you are blessed with as a teacher - when you forget all the aggravations of the job and see a child in the light of the excitement of a spontaneous moment. It was theatre for them, too. More photos, more squealing, more buzz and chatter!
My own personal highlight, though, was the creation of Edith, my paper mâché hen (constructed, ironically, with a chicken wire base.) Here she is...
I brought her home with me to use as a prototype for a fabric equivalent. Andy briefly wore her as a hat, which caused some hilarity over the veggie spag bol we had for dinner, but I now have an image of a hen half the size made from linen with silk featherage. Why? Just for the hell of it, really. It will be one of my Holiday Projects. Less than a week now until we break up for Summer. Summer seems to be just beginning (about time!) and I intend on making the most of all the delicious free time I shall have.
County Show tomorrow! Early start, I think. Avoid the crowds. And the traffic. Operation Stack is back in force. Leeds Castle is staging their annual Classical Concert (10,000 visitors). There is a Race For Life happening in the park next door. And there will be a lot of County Show traffic hitting the roads (they reckon upwards of 80,000 visitors).
We live in the middle of all these events that are happening all at the same time. I fear the town may just gridlock. Maybe I should buy a horse at the County Show and go cross country from now on?