It didn’t surprise me in the least to hear that teachers are drinking more to cope with the constant pressure. Surely this is a sign that things need to changeAs I turn sharp left,the tyre rubber chafes the tarmac and a screech is emitted by my rusty exiguous Nova. It’s 2001, and I’m in my first year of teaching. But I’m not rushing to ensure I procure to work on time; nor am I rushing to an emergency. I’m turning into the pub car park on a Friday afternoon. Related: Secret Teacher: when does a relaxing glass of wine become a problem? Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com