I love my chickens, but I don’t love them so much that I am out at sunrise and sunset opening and closing their coop.
I’ve tried to replicate the setup on a new Pi B+ for accessing through vnc, and I ran into authentication problems.
The access was through the default user, pi, account. After a frustrating day of fresh build of the os and then install of tightvnc and all that gubbins, I was locked out from logging in directly.
I’ve been frustrated and squinting angrily at the Raspberry Pi Model B several times in the last few weeks for its awkwardness-to-size ratio.
Yes it is delightfully tiny, low cost and lovely, but this tiny ornate filigree of metal and plastic offers plenty of cable chaos.
…not as easy as you might think.
I am volunteering as programming/ICT support in both primary and secondary schools in Cambridge. I had an idea that I would most certainly, definitely go in to primary teaching as I adore little kids. and their unjaded enthusiasm.
I did not want to be in secondary school, perhaps because my own experience was pretty horrible.
However, I may have changed my mind. I continue to waver between preferring one age group and another, am considering a “third way”. Perhaps I don’t need to decide. Perhaps I can get my QTS for secondary school and work on consulting for primary too, or create afterschool clubs for both.
It’s taken a really long time to come through, but finally there is word that I am cleared to work with children (that are not my own)!
This makes me quite happy.
I’m trying to edge my way into the classroom, and this seems a good path. Volunteer, run code clubs, support learning in the classroom, make horrendous and embarrassing Newly Qualified Teacher mistakes. When I am a professional and get paid I should be a little more assured and skillful.
One of my (many) email addresses gets massive amounts of spam. From HOT RUSIAN GIRL to bogus Insurance policies to phishing bank security scams, just. So, Much. Spam.
These are the rules for all Mummies living in Mister G’s house. If you cannot adhere to the rules, there will be much complaining, rolling around, crying, and other behaviours that get in the way of Getting Things Done. So be warned.
Mister Bubbles is indiscriminate with his eating. Lest I feel overly smug about the amount of veggies and good wholesome things in his diet, he also chooses cat food or tissues or baby wipes, that he will also eat readily and with enthusiasm.
I am at a party, I start talking with someone, we’re having a great time, to-ing and fro-ing. There’s a lull in the conversation. They eventually might ask ‘so what do you do?’.
I have trouble answering this question. Am I alone?