Thank God it's Friday
Tuesday I feel a bit unnerved as I sit in the staffroom of another school. A bit like being the new kid, where old hands (that is, not NQTs) try to make you feel uncomfortable. A PE teacher, tutor to a pupil who earlier obviously needed to talk, answers my concern with the comment: "Well, she could lose a bit of weight." Looking down at my belly I suggest that he should focs on student achievement rather than the bodies of teenage girls. He looks at me with venom.
Wednesday In a German class a student says "Hitler hated gays" and a debate over whether it's okay to be gay follows. One student says, "All gays should be shot, innit Sir?" I remember my training and save that one for later. The consensus is that everyone is entitled to his or her own lifestyle.
Thursday I take up yesterday's homophobic comment with the head. He shows remorse. I get the chance to dictate a love poem by Yeats. The students love it. In the library I am approached by a group of three girls who show support for my apparent coolness in yesterday's "all gays should be shot" lesson.
Friday Tuesday's school is far away and I wish I could get a job in this one. The school day includes lower set geography, where a known miscreant rises to the top of the class. What a job.
Tom Prunty is a supply teacher in Essex