I hadn't even taken my hat and coat off this morning before being involved in two incidents with rude, disrespectful and utterly repellent children, and for the first time this term I felt an excessive outrage exacerbated by witnessing 3 of my colleagues receiving treatment that they do not deserve.
The first was the harrassment and deliberate provocation of one teacher (which has, she says, been going on a long time), involving a pupil directing variations on the phrase "All right, babe?" at her on 3 separate occasions within the space of 7 minutes; the second an incident involving the phrase "He pushed me first!" so you can imagine that one for yourself. The third incident involved my friend and colleague being accused of pushing a pupil as she passed him, which in a way directly led to my outburst at that pupil who was whinging about some other little scroat pushing him in the corridor, so he bore the brunt of my dissatisfaction with pupil behaviour this morning.
But it's not so much these petty little incidents that have me riled.
It's the fact that these little (insert expressive negative noun of your choice here - but scroat, I feel, is particularly good one!) know that they can treat teachers this way and pretty much bog all will be done about it.
Seriously thinking about getting my mother up the school.
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