I was having a bit of a moan to my son, about the fact that he’d only had 24 weeks of teaching during his first year at high school. And that this had been pretty crap for his sister too, as she’s about to start her final GCSE year.
He said that he was quite looking forward to going back, but then suddenly drew his breath in with; “Oh! What’ll it be like for the new ones?”
“What do you mean?” I replied. “Well,” he says. “It was dead scary starting high school for me. Like… when you’re 11 and the smallest….. So what’ll it be like for all the new ones? It was freaky enough starting anyway – without everyone being dead stressed out with social distancing and that.”
“Oh yeah,” I murmured. “I’d forgotten about the new year 7s. Poor things.”
“Mother!” he snorts, “Forgotten? I’m disappointed in you. That is NOT the sort of behaviour I’d expect from a middle-aged woman!”
Ah yes, he’s getting back into that School-Mode..
