I was thinking today in the Toilets, where I seem to do most of my deep thoughs. And I realised that I'm in Week 4 and I'm one quarter of the way through the school term and that half term is quickly dawning. I then remembered a party I went to about this time last year, where a group of NQTs told me that "you don't learn to teach until you leave college". I shrugged my shoulders at the time and although I do think that I learnt to "teach", in the literal sense, during my four years training. I had no idea what Teaching would actually be like...

...Compared to college this is a piece of cake!

I admit that there is a lot more responsibility on me now, for example I was in charge on a school trip with TAs looking at me to take charge and know what I'm doing, which means the Moje is calm, collected and sensible on the outside, but screaming on the inside. The same is true speaking to parents, particularly the one whose known to be violent and also because suddenly this classroom and all within in it is supposed to be my sole responsibility.

But it terms of work load, I'm not doing daily session plans for every session (my own personal demon in college) and my evenings are relatively freer. No fannying on with piles of pointless paper work, just... you know... stuff related to teaching, as opposed to faffing on with college proformas. Also how nice is it dropping the proverbial ball occassionally, but not having some one watching you when you do it? It's also actually good being given some responsibility for things, instead of just doing your time before the next placement?

I'm sure I'm not the only one whose loving it, I know there's people who are spending lunch time crying in the toilets or who stay awake at night worrying about teaching 4B. Can't offer any advice for that I'm afraid, except maybe the solace that some of us are loving it

Oh and getting paid for this job...

...and enjoying it...

...Probably the best feeling in the world!

Also This is going to sound very strange, but the first time I went into the school toilets I got a thought in my head...

I think that Messers Goodall and Happenstall say it best when they yell out one of the “York Catchphrases”, which to the rest of you can be taken as a “stupid boy/Ian, Chris and Mike” thing. We yell it at time when swearing simply will not do and those that know me, know that I can be a little creative when it comes to expletives and their rapid fire delivery. However the last fortnight has been full of little things which have risen to a crescendo of well, fury…

“FURIOUS FURY OF FURIOUS FURIOUSINESS!!!”

Well at least that’s out the way.

GRRRR! This is a VERY angry posting from your big sis! As a regular reader of your site, and the most important person in your life - I NEVER get a mention! GRRR! oh no sorry... i did once get a mention... that was almost 2 years ago, when i gave birth! (its your Newphews b'day 1st OCT ;) good prezzies uncle ;) ) Its like im nothing, and lil bro im very angry at this present moment in time, as i thought with your site being offline for a couple of months you'd have loads to write about me! But what did i get? Nothing! ohhh and you quote... "What i did this summer" Did you forget.... Laura drove me to ikea (for free) Drove me and my mates to yarm (for free) 20 times back and forth to the train station (for free) to middlesbrough (for free) its all about the love mike.... and i have recieved NONE! so either you sort yourself out and show your big sis that you care OR i go on STRIKE ...... NO MORE LIFTS! and ill teach Spencer michael... NOT UNCLE MICHAEL!!! GRRR so there! Because mike... "WE are family..... I got all my Sisters with me!" (so you better be scared!) GRRRR! Love BIG sis! xxx

He waits, that's what he does. Then with a controlled side step he leans out from his hiding place, slowly he looks, then with a deft movement he takes aim and delivers sweet silent death to his would be foe. The shot was a deadly as it was quiet. He never saw it coming. Some would call this particular kill; artistic in the grand theatre of war. Then he moves quickly and efficiently to his next spot and surely another silent death.

He never waits, he storms around the corner catching the guard unaware, he unloads several brutal shots into the guard's head and torso, he cannot be sure at what point the guard died. But he probably didn't die from the first shot, his death was probably quick and very painful and there will be no open casket for this solider. Some would call a kill like this merciless, sadistic and devoid of all humanity; another pointless statistic in man's endless bloodlust. Then he turns and spots another guard running towards him, just another life to end, so he faces his victim and goes to end him.

This week's gaming moment contains so many memorable moments, I could probably write a column on each of them; the weapons, gadgets, set pieces, level design, story, cheats, multiplayer, legacy and of course music all combined to make one of the greatest games of the previous console war. This game broke the boundaries of the first person shooter and popularised a whole new genre "Stealth".

This game was the sole reason I got back into gaming, it was so fresh, dynamic and completely different to anything I'd ever played before. I hadn't seen the movie prior to playing the game, but after several months of playing the game with my friends, we rented it. You could spot the set piece from the game in the movie, as if this was a movie of a game, as opposed to the other way around. So many scenes and levels perfectly replicated; running alongside the truck, driving the tank, bungee jumping off the dam or fighting on the train.

This week's "Greatest Gaming Moment" is the Dam level from Golden Eye on the N64. Although not the finest moment in the game, it is the first game play moment in the game as the camera swoops across the level, around the watch tower, over the bridge and then finally onto James Bond, who stands with his Walther PPK at the ready. Then you are on her Majesty's server, licensed to kill. However, how you do it is completely up to you. As described above, you can play this game in what ever style you want. You can go through the entire game with only a handful of guards actually realising you exist, the rest are silently killed with deadly accuracy. If you want to go in all guns blazing, that's not a problem, alternatively you can sneak around corners, hide behind crates and bring cold death without them even seeing your face.

Okay Kav, keep your knickers on… Remember when I had this neat little website, I used to post ramblings and the tales of my adventures on it. It was quite sweet, it had some pictures of people you might have never met before and some rather silly picture which you wished you’d never had taken. There were also some weird photos that you can’t quite understand, why exactly is Ian rubbing that? Who is that guy holding his beard? And when exactly did Alan Bell wear lederhosen?

I also used to expound my theories on life, recount tales of drunken daring and generally take the mickey out of Chris. Well I’m sorry for the complete lack of updates since… well since I left Uni. It wasn’t because I’ve not had internet access, it wasn’t because I’ve had writers block, it was simply me being lazy and trying to enjoy my summer. A summer during which I’ve ballooned up to 12 stone, drank almost continually and had a great laugh!

I’m now starting work on Monday at a school in Middlesbrough, I’ll refrain from typing the name because the last thing I need is for it to be referenced on Google and some unsuspecting parent finding this page. I will however say Carmel RC Technology College, Holy Family RC School and the Queen Elizabeth College. Oh and No Beef Pedro. So what else is new in my life? Well I’m living with a gentleman named Craig, I’ve just made real Toad in the Hole (it was lovely) and I’m going to start exercising next week. I’ve also become hopelessly addicted to Digg.com and YTMND.com. I can think of few things finer than YOU’RE THE MAN NOW DOG…

I see that Jimmy has moved into his house with his Missus, I’m proposing a road trip down there to have a drink… way down there…

Oh and Jim, if you can get the time off we’ll be having a Royal Rumble and Wrestlemania party in January and March respectively, this year I want to beat the £90 we spent on beer and also the one recycling box we filled.

So what’s happened during the summer?

Well for a start, Wayne’s not emailed me.