In September, I landed what I thought was a pretty good position. I was appointed to teach History, and a bit of Religious Studies, on a 60% timetable, which the school very helpfully slotted into three consecutive days. I had the usual meetings with people before starting, and spent the summer preparing my courses and getting excited.
A week into term, I was accosted by the Acting Head of Department. Was it true, she wanted to know, that I had set a test for my Year Ten class?
Yes. I’d given them some reading to do, two or three pages from the textbook, and told them that I would be testing them on the contents at the beginning of the next lesson.
Ah, she said. You shouldn’t do that.
The thing is, Mr Grumpy, these are very driven but very sensitive girls we have at this school. If you set…
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