I'm really getting sick of the girls at our school...

I bumped into the school counsellor yesterday afternoon and she told me that some of my pupils had been to see her at lunch time. I wondered if my lessons were so bad that they were reducing my pupils to tears, or if I'd finally managed to make a pupil cry by telling them off. It was neither of these.

'They're in love with you.' Good grief, that's a bit much. The counsellor suggested they look for someone more their own age (good advice) and that they'll have lots of crushes over the coming years. The conclusion I draw from this is that anyone who even remotely likes me must need therapy.

Whilst this was all very sweet and amusing my year elevens were less so. We have a rule that no one is allowed to wear a t-shirt under their school polo-shirt. One boy was wearing one during my lesson so I sent him to the toilets to remove it. A girl pipes up: 'sir if you could see my bra would you tell me to take it off?' She then pulled the neck of her shirt back to show off a bra which looked a little bit too fancy for school.

Like I said: I'm really getting sick of the girls at our school.