October 21, 2004


After the longest seven weeks of my life, I don't have to come face-to-face with stroppy teenagers for 10 days.

This doesn't mean I don't have to work. I've got essays and assessments to mark. I have to plan for the next half-term. ButI don't have to give a single detention, send anyone out of class, or deal with any of those unpleasantries than feature in my day-to-day life.

Posted by david at October 21, 2004 11:57 PM | TrackBack