👄 Tales from the cutting floor.
To escape, you had to dismantle a whole wall which is probably why we’re here...
The one about being on time. 🍍
One day, I was working in a new school I’d never been to before from my education agency. It was a winter’s early drizzly morning outside which meant it was still dark outside. Reception was closed so the people who let me in pointed me to the staff room. The headteacher came in and assigned me a class before he left early. Someone else came in much later and asked me if I came from an agency. I said yes. She asked what class I would be working with and I told her, year four. Later as we were leaving the staff room, someone’s mother started screaming and shouting that she came to work with year four. She was being really loud and tried to drag the bannister on the stairs with me till she was restrained. She now told them her name and her agency and that she was sent to work with year four instead of me. They then asked me and I told them my name and my agency name and offered to show them my id. I also told them, I spoke to the head teacher himself in the...
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