I don’t wanna go to school today! I don’t wanna!
My trousers are this really weird fit of baggy around the waist and trying to kill me at the crotch. I know it’s going to be fine but my voice volume is somewhere around my ankles and I’m slurping cough mixture like it was water. How am I ever going to control these kids? I’m not like the Good Girlfriend, I take no pleasure in disciplining kids, in fact its one of the things I find pointless and depressing. I’m a bloody supply teacher not a real one, I’m coveringfor some woman on maternity they aren’t going to care if I ask them to do anything.
On the other hand I’m a cover teacher. I’m wearing that compass that Princess Lex and Foxy Jonno got me. It’s really not my problem. Except I really enjoy, you know, teaching…theres no guarantee I won’t get to do that of course. Panic attack over. Hubert Humphrey, here I come!