Someone stopped me in a corridor at school last week to say, 'Oh, I hear you're retiring. Congratulations!' Retiring? Retiring? How old does she think I look? Is my new make-up regime not effective? Have I chosen the wrong plastic surgeon? 'Not retiring,' I said, graciously, while thinking 'One more insinuation like that and I will bop you over the head with this Oxford English Dictionary.' 'Oh?' she said. 'Moving on from classroom teaching, though,' I told her. 'After the summer holidays, I'll be working in a learning centre which provides one-to-one GCSE teaching for pupils not coping in mainstream education.' 'One-to-one?' she said, with a breathy sense of wonder as though saying, 'Five years' holiday on a remote Greek island with Sean Bean?' I can't believe it either. I've always thought my choices for my main day job were a) teach whole classes in a school or b) leave teaching as ...
If you ever considered starting another blog, then maybe, 'The Flip-side of Fran'?
ReplyDeleteYes, Martin - the flip-side of flippant Fran. I do like a bit of affliperation.
ReplyDeleteGood words.
ReplyDeleteThe human herd gets it's priorities very wrong sometimes.
You are ace!
ReplyDeleteOn my way over there to take a look.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Charlotte. I like your phrase 'the human herd'. Says it all!
ReplyDeleteBB - thank you kindly. I value your opinion.
Alan - have a good journey!
That's lovely, Fran. Says it all, really. In this week's Times there was a two-page spread of the terrible famine, followed by a page devoted to the woman (who earns millions herself) who "needs" $65,000 dollars a month in her divorce settlement for chauffeurs for her one child, manicures, pedicures, clothes...It makes you weep.
ReplyDeleteYes... progress is moot point when people are still starving due to abject poverty.
ReplyDeleteOff to check it out!
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