During lessons I often find myself humming the Arctic Monkeys' song Mardy Bum - presumably as a consequence of yet another teenage girl sulking after:
a) she can't do the work
b) she's had a row with her boyfriend
c) she's stuck in school on a sunny day listening to a semi-competent student teacher who looks barely old enough to be in year eight, let alone teach it
d) all of the above
Take out the bit in the song about cuddles in the kitchen and it works amazingly well - I clearly do care otherwise I'd have quit teaching the first time someone said 'But you're rubbish at explaining it' Or after the second time, or the third time, or the fourth time...
Maybe I should take a hint.













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