End of the term and cream crackered.
I wonder (to myself) whether anyone's done any research into (the lack of) school productivity in the last week of school terms.
Oh, you over there towards the back. Ar har. You haven't done any, but think you may have read something somewhere.
Yeah, you're no help.
I'm tired, the rest of the staff are tired, and the kids are tired. Hard to imagine, when I started teaching back in the day, we had three term years. Man alive o. Tough. Brutal.
'Spech that second winter term.
Hold up. Next term is only three weeks long for the seniors, then onto externals. Revision time.
In effect, like that balloon thing in the picture, we have squeezed all of our quality teaching time into three shorter terms.
Throw in all the disruptions that come every week in a busy school and, BAM, that creates pressure pressure, I got pressure, Oh Yeah. To quote the mighty Ray Davies of The Kinks.
No wonder we're cream crackered.
Which explains why this post is like that balloon - full of hot air, pretty, but ultimately vacuous.
Did I mention I'm tired?