There are some pleasant pupils, there are some that you don't really notice and there are some that are down right horrid. First lesson of yesterday and a particularly spiteful young lady manages to be five minutes late, in spite of the fact that her form room is only three doors down the corridor.

Me pulling her up on this, as well as her wearing of trainers, and her putting Tip-Ex on the desk, and her chewing clearly means that I'm picking on her, what else could it be? 'You're always having a go at me. You've got it in for me. It's because you hate me.' Well if she keeps this up at least she'll be right on one count. She then followed up this rather pathetic whine by saying that she was going to see the head to get me sacked.

I'm plenty capable of doing that all be myself thank you very much. I certainly don't need the help of some fourteen year old madam. Though I probably shouldn't be so blase about it seeing as her form tutor has said that she's accused two (two!) members of staff of hitting her. I'll certainly be keeping my distance.