I was called upon to invigilate an English Literature Mock exam this morning. The whole of year eleven was in the Sports Hall and it gave me a chance to ponder a few things, how long will I stay teaching at this particular school, what paths might my career take, will my year eights understand pie charts next lesson and how much does the girl on the third row back spend at Superdrug each week?

It's generally pretty boring invigilating exams so I occupied myself by racing one of the science teachers whenever a pupil put their hand up to ask for more paper. He seemed to beat me most of the time, I blame a lack of experience on my part. Though I did manage to outmanoeuvre one of his departmental colleagues by usurping her from the coveted spot next to the heater.

I also found that whenever I walked past any of my own year eleven class they grinned at me. I of course couldn't help but smile back, but took care to not hold eye contact as I knew I'd start giggling at the front of the room.

One of the pupils I teach was commiting that most heinous of crimes of communicating in an exam, in fact he was trying to flirt with Superdrug girl. I moved so that I was stood in between them, which had the desired effect, but when I pointed to his exam paper, infering he ought to be concentrating his efforts on that he was slightly cocky and said he'd finished. His cockiness was short-lived when one of the slightly lunatic year elevens turned round from in front and told him in no uncertain terms to 'shut the fuck up you prick'. He did so, presumably for fear of being knifed on the way out of the exam hall. Sometimes pupils have a habit of saying out loud the things you wish you could say yourself.