The Adventures of Dysfunctional Dan

In which I do some imagining... I thought about writing an angry piece about world events today but in the end, I settled with something much lighter. If you enjoy this experiment do give it a like wherever you saw this posted and I may well write a volume 2 at some point.  Most Sunday mornings I can be found sitting in the McDonald's near the cinema I go to having a coffee and an egg McMuffin. It's usually fairly quiet at that time but there is a steady flow of people passing through. I like to watch what's going on and imagine the stories of these people. Over the last few months, I've been constructing little vignettes about the people I see... A couple in their 50s walks across the car park, a tangible tension between them. Kevin is trying to quash the guilt after spending yesterday afternoon in Natalie from work's bed rather than on the golf course as he had claimed. He must remember to text Paul to remind him to cover if Hannah asks. Hannah meanwhile is actual...

In which I discuss how dyspraxia affects my job... The 9th-14th of October is Dyspraxia Awareness Week and as I have for the last few years I'm sharing my own experiences as a way of spreading awareness. For quite a long time I worried that dyspraxia would be a barrier to me becoming a teacher but the past year has taught me that I can find ways to manage the difficulties it can bring. I didn't feel that it affected my qualification too much, other than a period where I had to learn how to write in cursive handwriting and write it on a whiteboard at a sensible speed that was also legible and big enough for students at the back of the class to be able to read. I have largely found that with small practical things like this the solution for me is just lots of practice. A neurotypical person could probably master this without a lot of effort but if you'd have wandered into that classroom of an evening for a couple of weeks you may well have found me randomly writing the alphab...