Thank God it’s Friday
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Thank God it’s Friday
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Tuesday Training day in the hall. The canteen now has an automated metal door that whirrs up and down at inopportune moments; we cope until a colleague says it reminds him of the door in a crematorium. Concentrating on learning styles suddenly becomes more challenging. The day ends with a plenary session, during which men arrive to glue down the new canteen floor; the fumes spread and our lips go numb.
Wednesday The children arrive, most looking happy to be back. I glance out of the window and see a group of Year 12 students racing around the school, shrieking. “What do you think you’re doing?” I bellow at them. “We’re playing hide and seek with our form tutor, Miss.” I have no answer, and feel my tenuous grip on reality beginning to slip.
Thursday Duty day, and I amuse myself by working out which year group the children belong to. Tie done up, shirt tucked in, clean shoes, huge bag - a new Year 9. Tie knot one inch down, top button undone, shirt out, killer heels or trainers, small bag (as books, pens, and paper are such a nuisance) - Year 10. Year 11 are recognisable only in the distance; unburdened by equipment, and cigarette smoke rising from behind their backs, they wave to me with their free hand .
Friday I have three bottom sets today - definitely the prickly end of the pineapple - which suggests that I’ve upset the timetabler or done something bad in a former life.
The writer teaches modern languages at a Worcestershire comprehensive. She wants to remain anonymous
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