I’m a teacher – and an amateur crocodile tamer
In the bleak midwinter, teachers can be subjected to sub-zero temperatures…and cool attitudes towards learning
Today, in a desolate wasteland known as The Field Beyond the School Fence, I am on the lookout for a rare and exotic creature that was last seen heading in this direction. In a desperate bid to escape the prison bars of formalised learning, Mr Crocodile ran away to seek refuge in a place where only the hardiest of creatures can survive. A place where winter temperatures drop to as low as minus parts of my anatomy.
There are few signs of life on The Field during January. Emaciated dogs on the lookout for easy pickings sometimes roam its margins. Crows defiant of the bitter wind tugging at their ...