I turned to scouting the various rooms, halls and corners of the school for an undisturbed place, and soon even acquired a pretty good mental timetable of which classrooms would be free at which times. However I found the … Continue reading
By the time GCSE years arrived, I’d calmed down quite substantially though, and by the time A levels arrived I was just bored. It was this latter emotion that actually lead to my most unruly years. We started to wear … Continue reading
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I was twelve when I got my first detention, and I remember the moment vividly. I had rolled up a piece of scrap paper and threw it across the room into the bin. Mr. Cooper had then swung round, apparently … Continue reading
Another morning bares another lesson. Another two hours in which I am often left on the verge of despair wondering how I can help this girl. The mother comes down enquiring about some books, some codes for a website, some … Continue reading
Another post, living evidence that this blog is back for all those who were beyond disbelief. For all those who woke up this morning and frantically checked their inbox again, scouring for the last post, perhaps already resigned to believing visions … Continue reading