My wonderful clever excellent friend and I job share as Secondary English Teachers and assistant head of year seven. Mostly we spend our time swearing at the photocopier and sorting out scraps in the bus queues.
These are the things I have had said to me this week at work:
“Miss, what IS going on with your fringe?”
“Are you a feminist, Mrs Oliver? Only I wrote the word in my book and you drew a heart round it.”
“What do you mean girls can orgasm? How does that even work?”
And I get paid for this! And these aren’t even the best bits of my week- that was the ESPO delivery. Hello, Pritt Sticks.