Tomorrow I'll get to meet the form group I'll be in charge of next year. It's a terrifying prospect. Not because I'm scared of a bunch of eleven year olds but if I find out that one (or more) of them is a pain-in-the-neck then I'll know I'm stuck with them for the next five years. Unless they get expelled for cutting my throat with a knife after I put them in detention a hundred times.

I hope they're nice. I hope they're nice. I hope they're nice.