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Crunch Time

Well friends, I guess this is it. After six weeks, I'm finally returning to work and a whole new future lies in front of me.

I'm really not sure what to expect. At this time last year, I was able to walk into a staff room, greet the people I'd worked with over the last twelve months and get back to the routines that I knew so well. Today, I'll be sitting a staff room with strangers, some of whom I'll become friends with, others....well, let's hope they're as friendly as the people I've worked with in the past.

And that's just the staff we are talking about!

As per the norm, I won't be teaching today, as that begins in earnest tomorrow. new children, new classes, new experiences.

It is crunch time, as I launch myself into a new academic year. I hope it will be easier than the one I've just come through. I don't think I want to be assaulted again....or have my car vandalised. Maybe, for the first time, I'll be able to teach the kids, without turning up to a class where I find that someone has walked off with one of the computers (especially if if its the one that I use).

New school, new term.

Things are lookng up.
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Anonymous said…
Best wishes, and I hope that your new school is a near-perfect place to work.
Monday, 03 September, 2007
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