I felt the fear rising, it was okay, I had learned to control that years ago. But the anger was straining for release today and like mist from a stagnant pond in a summer inferno, I felt them drawing the life force from my body. I had to get control; after all these were only Level 1 Carpentry students.
I was considering the merits of fetus gene-editing when Jack decided that it would be cool to set fire to Alex’s hair. Three minutes later Jack departed the classroom informing me that I was in fact a ‘fucking idiot,’ I smiled, ‘opinions vary,’ I said.
These are the days of summer, days of sweat, ill temper, boy/man frustrations and goals that are so close but not yet achieved, so I give them some leeway. Jeannie enters the classroom forty five minutes late. a walking fashion show, makeup that would put Kim Kardashian to shame and a smile that is actually genuine, ‘Morning,’ she says, sits down and starts work
A hand shoots up, I am optimistically cautious. ‘Yes, Dean?’
‘Ow come, like, she’s always late and you nefer say owt and i’ve got one of them warning things?’
‘Because she is a girl, Dean,’ I couldn’t think of anything else.
‘That’s not fair.’ he says.
‘Life’s not fair, Dean, get used to it,’ to my surprise he accepts this and carries on with his work. We have reached an understanding, they have had their forty five minutes of boundary challenging, they have expressed their disdain of being cast into this cell with me, they have attempted to change the subject of roof truss installation to who is going to shag who on Love Island (although I was a little curious, I can save that for Tutorial) they have attempted to text, poke or show me some young nubile girl they met on Tinder and they have failed None of us are beaten though, we are, like the money in Father Teds‘s bank account, resting. We’ll do it all again next week, but safe in the knowledge that it’s nearly over then we go our separate ways. We will meet again in September but unlike Brian Hyland I doubt I will be writing to them 😉