Today there was an afternoon tea for the surviving NQTs from this year. Ten out of the eleven of us who started had made it through. It was at a plush hotel and it was the NQTs along with the senior members of staff.

We did one bit where we were each saying the best and worst things about our years, plus an embarrassing moment. I went for my year nines and year tens as being both the best and worst things because they've given me nightmares (literally) but they've done great on SATs tests and module tests. For the most embarassing moment I wussed out of talking about the time I thought I was free and was merrily walking around the school, stopping for quick conversations and generally taking it easy. Only to walk into the staffroom to check my pigeon hole and find a little yellow cover slip peeping out. I was only twenty minutes late to an hour long lesson. I decided that this wasn't really embarassing so much as incompetent so perhaps wasn't the best story for senior management to hear. I instead talked about my most spectacular moment which was when a pupil set their bag on fire. I'm not going to forget that in a hurry.