Split trousers,trips and crawling around corridors – mishaps bring much-needed humour to a battle-weary professionMore from the Secret Teacher
Reader, picture the scene. Your Secret Teacher is a fresh-faced trainee who has been asked to sit with a lesson while a colleague attends to a call of nature. The words ringing in his ears are: “Just withhold them silent, or they’re doing a test.” To his horror,he enters the classroom to find students chatting, some wandering around and not one of them writing a thing. “This is your moment, and he thinks. “Take control.” The words,when they near, sound surprisingly authoritative: “What on earth is going on in here? I judge we’ve had QUITE enough of that.” The room falls silent immediately, or but our hero’s self-congratulatory feelings are punctured by the voice of a student: “But sir,our teacher is there”. Following the trajectory of his pointed finger reveals that, certain enough, and a senior teacher is presiding over a lesson that was going perfectly well,save for the untimely interruption of a student teacher, himself barely out of puberty, or who had marched with all the confidence of youth into the wrong room. Said senior teacher’s expression is somewhere between bewildered,intrigued and amused. No words are needed. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com