Getting The Buggers To Behave

I've not even started the course and I'm reading teacher-self-help manuals on getting the little darlings to listen to you. There's plenty of useful advice, and I know that I'll be glad I bought it, but some of the tips seem a little, well, obvious.
Tip 1. Make the lessons fun.
Tip 2. Don't swear at the kids.
Tip 3. Don't shout all the time.
Tip 4. Show videos occasionally.
I suppose that's the problem these days, if you don't spell something out explicitly, people sue you for misinforming them.

I'm still obsessed with my bike. It's like when you got a new toy at Christmas when you were little. I used to drag my Barbies (yes, I had Barbies, I was a 5-year-old girl once upon a time, thank you) everywhere, including going back for them during my first ever fire drill at primary school. Did I ever get a bollocking for that...
But anyway. I've been using any excuse to go out on the damn thing, even though the gears are a little bit on the crunchy side, and the back wheel is on backwards (my dad only noticed as I was getting it on the train, whoops). I'd forgotten how nice it is to have a speedier method of locomotion than Shank's pony, especially as Leeds has a surprising amount of cycle lanes. It also has a lot of hills, but once I stop doing asthmatic impressions for 10 minutes after getting home, and start being relatively fit, they'll be manageable. Probably.

Well, all the forms that need to be filled in, are filled in prior to next Friday. I have to take the equivalent of a Sunday newspaper in the form of paperwork in to uni, and my passport is somewhere in Carlisle making the rounds of the Student Finance office (I don't doubt they'll be laughing at the photo, but they live in Carlisle, so who wins? Me, so HAH!). Shame I need it for the first day, but I'm hoping it'll either be back (less than likely), or that a Birth Certificate will do.
Have also attempted to work out how much I'll need to spend to get a reasonable smartish wardrobe. Sadly most of my work clothes died in the line of fire when I was a chemistry tech, between the concentrated ammonia (mmm, strong alkali, byebye tweed skirt), sulphuric acid (cheerio, two pairs of tights and bits of skin from my shins) and iodine solution (adios, nice green skirt), and all the other chemicals that destroyed a pair of shoes, two t-shirts (big mysterious holes appeared) and a jumper I really do need a few more new clothes to wear to work. Sadly Mr Bursary doesn't hit the bank account till the first day in school (which is over a month away, hello Captain Skinto), so I shall have to wait till then for smart trousers, and also maybe a new sleeping bag, but that's a secret.