School seems to be taking over my life to such an extent that I even dream about it. The most peculiar dream is this:

I'm sat in morning briefing but it's snowing. The former head (interestingly the new one clearly hasn't been recognised by my subconscious yet) announces that we will have to close the school for the day. Fair enough, the only trouble is that no one can get out because we're surrounded by daleks. Oh dear!

They then attack but I thwart them by plugging my USB pen into the computer which then glows blue and acts as a kind of dalek-repelling device. They can't get in.

After a bit the computer turns red which means the daleks have broken down the defense and run riot in the school. I then figure out how to stop them by throwing those edible ball-bearing things you get on cakes - which is another Doctor Who reference - at their eye-piece and thus destroying them.

Given my heroic role in all this anyone would think that i have some sort of messiah complex.

My form is brilliant. We're still hanging onto the lead in the Log Book. They've got more points in total than any other. The trouble is that each week a different pupil takes the book round to be signed. This week we've got a bit of a numpty doing it.

I saw them third lesson for PSHE and he'd failed to get it signed from periods 1 and 2, and at the end of the lesson he would have walked off without it if I hadn't yelled at him as though he were about to cross the road in front of a double decker bus. When I went to the year office to check how they'd done today the log book wasn't even there because he'd not handed it in (as he was supposed to).

We're screwed.