I always find the first term (in the run up to Christmas) the most exhausting. And this seems to be exaggerated this year being at a new school. However, it is the small things that help keep me on the straight and narrow.
Like the Year 8 student who was ashamed to admit to his friends that he had a Facebook account, or the girl who wanted to start a religion called “Anya-ism” (pronounced aneurism), or the memo from the History department warning me amount the weapons my form will be bringing to school on Monday.
I love my job.