'Do you like teaching this class sir?' asked one of my year eights.

'Of course! In fact, you're my favourite class.'

Cue the girl then passing this information on to everyone who'll listen.

Sometimes it's just too easy.

Kids are terrible for spreading rumours. The current top three that I've heard about me are:

1. That one of the PE teachers shouted at me to take my coat off in the corridor (we have a rule that forbids the wearing of outdoor garments inside the building). As if.

2. That I screamed like a girl when one of my year eights set their bag on fire. Which is quite annoying considering how calm I stayed.

3. That I was a pupil at the school seven years ago. The kids seem to struggle with the idea that there could just be someone who looks like me. Bizarrely they happen to be the same age as me. Spooky.