Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings.

There was a mix up in my timetable last week. I was not meant to get a particular class and then, unknown to me, the arrangements were changed and the pupils turned up unannounced at my door. I apologised to them that I did not have the worksheets photocopied but I was assured by the class that it didn’t matter – I could give them a “free” period instead! That started me on one of my long monologues about how I was a very experienced teacher so I could walk into any classroom and give a lesson at the drop of a hat. At which point a boy at the back of the class commented to his friend, “I just wish he would go and do it in another room.” I love my job!