The photocopier decided to eat my resources for this particular lesson. 10 minutes later it regurgitated them, as if spewed from the machine in disgust. I was late...
As I walked into my classroom I had the sense of being in one of those claustrophobic Edwardian plays where the whole world is reduced to one room. To the right of the scene one student was throwing paper aeroplanes, at the back was another student held up against the wall by another and I had time to note someone who might be a new student having an argument on a mobile phone. Then the tableau came to life...
After a bad day, I find it so reassuring to turn back after I have left the school gates and remember that it is just a building with people in it; that even when things have gone disastrously wrong, there is a world outside the classroom walls.
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