The Supreme Art Of A Teacher

I was thirteen when I watched my math teacher lose control of his class. There was only one thing that matched his lack of enthusiasm, and that was ours. Plastic bic biros were emptied of their contents and replaced with rolled up shots of paper. Paper that had been carefully worked into balls inside the mouths of teenage boys. Each time he'd turn … [Read more...]


The First Little Traveler began school in Libya, she went to a British school and came home saying "sweeties" rather than "lollies" and began referring to me as "Mamaaaaaaaaah".  A few years later her and the second little traveler were at school in Canada, they learnt all of the provinces and sang the Canadian Anthem in French. The Lollies that … [Read more...]