The Malicious Monocle

 I had my first meeting between myself, my university supervisor and one of my two co-operating teachers earlier this week. It went well. The meeting was largely so my supervisor could meet the teacher and then explain some of the paperwork the teacher will be filling out on me over the next ten weeks.

I was caught off guard however with the scheduling of my first informal observation by the supervisor. I won’t even have two weeks in the classroom before that first observation. The only thing keeping me from panicking about this is that I’m not expected to do any teaching that day or even really do anything at all. If I’m still at a point where I am only observing and perhaps assisting students in a one-on-one capacity while my co-operating teacher still runs the classroom, that’s ok. I’d really hoped that I would be doing more in the classroom before my first observation, but I’ll just have to see where I’m at with such a quick turnaround on things.

I do have a copy of the teacher’s edition of the text. I’m toying with starting writing a few lesson plans so I can get those out of the way as soon as possible. I’m just not sure if I should start with the chapter the class will be studying as of this next week or if I should target my lesson plans for chapter after that. I wasn’t able to get any kind of hard time from my co-operating teacher for how long the next chapter may take.

 Zebu hid behind the garden wall as he watched Bengal and his men take Orangutan away. He followed them to find out in which gaol Orangutan was going to be held. After seeing where Orangutan was going to be held, Zebu raced off to find help for his friend and to make sure everyone one of the Raja’s men were informed of what had happened.

Zebus wasn’t really sure he would actually be able to help Orangutan. Realistically the best help he might be able to arrange for Orangutan would be a vial of poison for a dignified suicide before the Governor’s tortured him. Raja was all too unlikely to support an attempt to free Orangutan. Doing so would tip his hand to the Governor General far earlier than likely planned. Zebu would simply hope against hope that his friend would soon come home.

Today was spent at the Games Workshop store on Layton Ave. I participated in a large battle using my new Mûmak and Harad army. The scenario was that a group of four Mûmakil and warriors were marching through an unsettled area on their way to the big final battle at Gondor and were ambushed by the side of good. There were Dúnedain, Elves from Rivendell and representatives of the Army of Dead. I went a bit crazy with the camera on my phone so here are all of my pictures of the battle.

My Mûmak is the one with the purple on the howdah. I’m not done painting it by a long shot, but I at least had a enough painted to look respectable on the table.

Who won?

Evil, of course.