October 2, 2016
But first, a lovely tale....
I arrived at school smiling.
My students arrive, after skipping through forests, admiring the daffodils, whilst occasionally stopping to read some Enid Blyton. I love Enid Blyton.
In class, they carefully open their pristine exercise books and beautifully illustrated textbooks and are all eager to learn.
I clear the apples from my desk.
I just teach them, because teaching is great.
Nothing bad happens.
Teaching is great. Its hard work, but its great.