I seem to have picked up a nickname amongst the kids. For some reason they seem to be calling me Harry Potter. I keep hearing them whispering his name when I'm walking along the corridor. I would like to think that this is because they think my lessons are magic, however I reckon it's probably got more to do with my dark hair and glasses.

I took my year eights into the computer room yesterday. I figured it'd be an easy way to avoid any major discipline issues at the end of a long day. However I hadn't counted on one particular boy's, ahem, interests.

For some reason he was looking at pictures of scantily clad women working as mechanics. I wouldn't want to automatically jump to the conclusion that the images were sex-orientated. It would be chauvanistic to think that the women in the pictures couldn't possibly be genuine mechanics, who just so happened to have a rare skin allergy that prevents them from wearing too much clothing. Perhaps the boy is simply a champion of women doing jobs usually though of as masculine.

However I reckon he's probably just got a bit of a fettish.

If it had been normal porn it wouldn't have been so bad, but there was something comedic about the names of the files: 'women fixing cars', 'car babes', 'oil women'. I found it difficult to not burst out laughing because it was so odd. I managed, with great effort, to contort my face into a look of abject shock and dismay before gaining control and looking sombre and disappointed. This was just about good enough.

Until I got into the maths office after the lesson and let the laughter out.