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Monday, Monday....

EDIT: Wrote this after Easter and didn't publish - so date looks wrong.


First day of the new term


  • Briefing
  • Tutor
  • Year 11
  • Year 7
  • Break / Wee
  • Year 10
  • Year 9
  • Lunch duty
  • Meeting
  • Department CPD

4 lessons including 4 different year groups - the only group missing is year 8. (Not a bad thing!?)

We shouldn't moan about student groups but any secondary teacher will tell you about year 8. They're sort of in between stages.

Year 7 are new and shiny for a while and the smallest fish in the pond.

Year 9 are getting ready for options, hormones are hopefully starting to settle and they know what they're going to do next year and how they feel about your subject.

Year 8 are neither the smallest or the biggest in the key stage and are sort of trying to find their way.

Often this attempt to find their way is by pushing us teachers out of it!


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