Day 3 Language school and the beach

We know what your thinking as you look through these photos of sun kissed Spain, your under the false impression that the Spanish trip is all about the fun things in life, like ice cream, cable car rides and burying members of staff in sand.
While we do cram the fun times in, we also make sure that the students are being educated to within an inch of their short lives.

So as soon as the flaming ball was in the sky we headed on up the hill to the Spanish language school.

Lessons at the Spanish school are diverse and indepth and cover not just the Spanish language but also give an insight into the culture. The bull fighting lessons proved especially popular with year 8 who managed to survive the whole session without any major goring incidents.

After school we headed to the cable car station so we could head up into the mountains, sadly high winds meant that it was closed. We will try again tomorrow.

Because we now had some extra time on our hands it was decided that a trip to the beach was in order.

On the way Mrs Gallimore revealed to staff and students the extent of her handbag obsession (26 handbags is too much handbag for any one human surely) and we have recieved complaints from several street handbag sellers about her constant harrasment of them in her never ending search for a better gucci knock off.

Once on the beach students wowed all and sundry with their gymnastic skills and in some cases rather frightening aerial ability. Who would have thought that the majesty and awe of the red arrows flying team could be so closely recreated by a bunch of 12 year olds sugared up to the eye balls on fanta and fizzy cola bottles?

The beach visit ended with with a round of the strange ball game that involves alot of running round and falling over.

the game came to an unfortunate end with the near entombing of a staff member. I do feel slightly responsible for the whole sorry buisness to be honest.

From my experience it takes ages for an average teenager to complete any task they are asked to do, and will often involve multiple requests before the job is half heartedly begun. So who knew that when I innocently joked that we should bury Miss Kattach that the whole of year 11 would respond so quickly.

If any family or friends of students have requested to see particular individuals, keep watching for the next few posts where I will do my best to get the students you want on the blog.

Mr R