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For the first summer in several years, I packed my glass slippers and went on holiday this summer. Actually, that’s a lie. Cinders, a woman always in heels, went on holiday for two weeks with only flat, sensible shoes. It was fairly traumatic (and necessitated a whistle-stop tour to a shoe shop so I could go out for dinner on the last night) but I survived. And, what’s more, I barely thought about school for the entire time!And it’s done me good. I feel relaxed and refreshed; I’ve made some great new friends; I went to a place I’ve always wanted to go. Better still, I actually feel like I might be able to cope with the new year.
I’m changing schools – and that’s quite a stressful thing. Not only do I not know the names of the students, or whether their tale about the coursework and its whereabouts is likely to be true (note to self – always assume it's not, and apologise later as required), I don't know the code for the copier, or where the ladies is in the main block. I also don't know how I'm going to manage a two week timetable – as if one Monday wasn't bad enough, I'll have two! I'm going to be teaching Media for the first time, and having a Sixth Form tutor group... and I'm going to have to point out that, as I'm not married, I'd really rather be Miss Cinders on my badge than Mrs.
So, pencils sharpened, bags packed and brand spanking new diary in my bag, I'm ready. I just need to decide which pair of shoes to wear on my first day!
Cinders