A bridge over the river Cam

Not sure if that is really where it gets it's name from, but it should.

So I wandered off to the Oxbridge city for my PGCE interview for Secondary Maths on Monday. Lovely city, reminded me a lot of The Berry of Cant. As i got there an hour early, and was sick of the sound of my own voice( more in a mo) I had a bit of an explore with Mr TomTom. Wanted to scout out some pretty colleges.

Ah. No. Mr TomTom does not work in The North of England. He send me down a one way street. The. Wrong. Way.... Oops?

So yes: The Interview. There were 3 of us ladies there, all applying for Maths. They were lovely and we all clicked straight away. The interviewers were one bloke, teacher moderately fit, and one lady, wouldn't want to meet her down a dark ally.

First task was to "have a go" at an old piece of GCSE coursework, which they then collected in. Hum. My random scribbles might not have made sense, but I did work out the formula for modeling the pattern.

After that we all had a chat about our old maths teachers - I thought I came across well.

Then there was a written assessment (Pooooooo). Mine was crap because there was a really tight time limit, which means my handwriting and spelling go down hill. No. I didn't tell them I was dyslexic - I never do for interviews.

After that we gave a 5 minute presentation on any topic we wanted, as long as it wasn't maths or religion. I did "The 7 Harry Potter books in 5 minutes" Got some cheap laughs and I was the only one without powerpoint and notes. Good thing? Maybe. Shows I can stand up in front of people without any backing.

Last buy by no means least, The Personal Interview Of Death (not the official title). I was the ONLY ONE they asked specific "How would you teach this.." questions to. Rubbish. Will I really not get a place because I couldn't remember how to teach fractions to a year 7 class...??!!

or that however much you try to justify it 0.9 recurring will never quite be 1...??!!! (She tried to prove that it did, but i'm not sure it was correct)

mmm..

It took 3 hours to get home, but I did have an interview from some big computing firm offering me an assessment day. Whoop! oh. poo. It's the day after my work piss up Christmas partay. Oh well, at least I'm already in London.

AAAaaand we've just booked the table for our House Christmas Meal. :-D

Busy Busy Busy.