Mine are, in no particular order:
Get a tiny little knock from the kid next to them (by accident) or bump their arm on the table. Yell in "agony"
wincing, clutching their arm (or whichever body part was 'injured'
) looking around accusingly. On the pain. Fuck. Off. Man up (and it is always boys!)
Ben at the back needs a pen. I go over there and give Ben a pen. I resume speaking. Ryan also at the back needs a pen. Repeat. Ellie then also needs one. Did it not occur to you to ask at the same time, feckers???
Say loudly in front of the SLT grass teacher 'Ohhhh, miss, I love your lessons cause we never get homework!'
Someone spilled tea in the staff room. My white top was covered in tea. Every. Single. Kid told me my top had 'brown stuff on it, ugh!' Giggle giggle. My smile was strained.
It's not the date, title, OR objective. It's all three. Because I said so.
You want to move seats? Okay. Back goes the chair, fall to the floor. BOOM, crash, clatter clatter scraaaaaaaape. Don't mind me, I'm only teaching.
A phone beeped. It's an iPhone, you all have one although you don't have pens stop looking around, gasping in pretend-horror accusing one another. And plus kids, it was mine! Ha. Oh and it was me who farted lesson 4. Sorry about that, Taylor from year 10, but you looked a likely culprit ...
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