When Essential Care Is Put In Private Hands…

Of all the places I should have chosen not to land, the private special school should not have been one of them. It’s a red brick building placed in the middle of a council estate in a nice middle-class market town. I never knew it existed until I was asked if I would be interested in doing some supply there. I had nothing to lose. Did I?

My first day was a shocker. It was the calmest day that the place had experienced; calm before the storm. I had old JC creeping in again telling me that I could be of use to these lost souls and that I could bring about a miraculous change through my empathetic teaching. I thought about this for a short, a very short time, and stamped on it. It was a nice day of false sunshine followed by days of rain and thunder.

What…