I think I'm settled into a little rut. I'm used to my classes, I'm used to the school, I'm used to the other teachers, I'm even used to the awful smell in the maths block. It's the same routine over and over: pupils won't shut up, put someone in detention, someone's rude to me, someone's chewing, someone gets their phone out and so on. Suddenly it seems slightly dull.

This morning one of my year eights shook up a bottle of a popular brand of fizzy drink then opened it, letting the contents spray everywhere. A few months ago I'd have been wide eyed with shock at the silliness of it all, but today I could barely be bothered to look up. At least they hadn't poured it over my head.

Still, I suppose you should be careful what you wish for, someone will probably threaten me with a knife before the end of the week. That definitely wouldn't be boring.