My ears seem to have been burning this week, and it's not as the result of a unfortunate incident with a Bunsen burner during a science cover lesson.

The Assistant Head gave me an almighty fright this morning at break when he asked me what I'd done to one of the girls in year ten. I stammered slightly as I thought up a defence of 'you can't prove anything' or 'I only accidentally bashed her head with my elbow as I was walking past' before he elaborated.

'She's in love with you'. Oh that's much better, no wait. It's a million times worse, what?!

'No, not like that. She was just telling me what a good job she thinks you're doing' I'd have thought he could have opened the conversation with that comment instead of giving me a heart attack.

I'm glad that my pupils feel the need to tell Senior Leadership that they're enjoying my lessons, though I did have to double check that she wasn't being sarcastic. It's nice to know that I must be doing something right, even if I always try to keep in it perspective as being a popular teacher isn't necesarily the same as being a good one.

PS: No I didn't bribe her.