If this was any normal week I'd currently be stalking around my classroom keeping a watchful eye over what my year nines are doing - hoping and praying that no one's doing anything I'll have to take any action about. But thankfully school terms don't last forever so I find myself sat around watching T4 and drinking cups of tea - well some things never change I suppose.

After a term best described as 'testing' I think I'm entitled to a little rest before being thrown in front of the lions, I mean my year tens, again.

In spite of serval key incident (fires, pupils inviting themselves to my funeral, senior management poking their noses in) I'm actually quite pleased with my term. I reckon I've got four out of my six classes on side, which leaves thirteen weeks to sort out the other two before I get rid of them - hopefully for good. I've dealt well, in my own slightly biased opinion, at parents' evenings. I've taught lessons that have got the pupils interested. And I've developed better relations with the other staff.

So all in all I think I'm doing okay. If only anyone at school, such as the head of department or higher ranking staff, realised...