I'm used to parents being older than I am. It'll be a good few years before I meet any that are younger seeing as they'd have to have been twelve when they gave birth to even the youngest year seven. But today the mum of one of my form was in and she can't have been out of her thirties. She had two more littluns attached to her including a baby that was so small I would have believed her if she'd said: 'sorry I'm a bit late, I was just squeezing a human being out of my body'. I think there's two more (at least) as she'd said she was dropping her other daughter off at nursery and I know that there's another brother in junior school.

I mention it because it's terrifying that someone who looks barely older than myself already has five children. I couldn't take the responsibility of caring for even one of these little people on a permanent basis. Okay so I have to be in charge of plenty of kids each day but at least when I go home I can forget about them, or at least try to. And I certainly don't have to change any nappies, though given the amount of times they ask to go to the toilet I'm surprised some don't still wear them.

Scary.

I'm well used to PSHE days now having been through a full year's cycle of them with a year seven form. I'm repeating them this year with my very own form. The older years were doing about sex-related things, but as you would imagine year sevens concentrate on more innocent things like designing and marketing a sweet.

This doesn't mean the day is free from innuendo. One group came up with an idea for a chocolate bar that's 'like an explosion in your mouth'. I doubt I'd have picked up on it if another group hadn't decided on the name 'Hucker bar'. Which I'm sure is the name of somewhere in Amsterdam.