The Return

Not too long to read.

Read After Burnout


My shadow followed me everywhere. Well, sometimes it isn’t following but in front. I suppose it all depends on the sun or other forms of light. Anyway, my shadow, without the aid of front or back-lighting, crossed the threshold of a school this morning.

I read the obligatory signage that announced the school’s grand achievement (best ever GCSE results – EVER!) and then I read the rather management-speak mission statement that was entitled, Key Drivers. Nice touch there. And then the automatic doors slid open and I was inside a corporately grey reception. My stomach turned, but I kept going.

My long sojourn was over. The millstone beckoned once again.


So, it was a wet Thursday morning that I arrived at the school. I had been there in a previous incarnation, when I was successful. Now, I was a lowly supply teacher once again, one who had not slept too…

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