I write this article tonight emotional, tired, and sick at heart. I have witnessed a somewhat violent domestic incident, and I just kept thinking about the young children in the house.
In this culture of whinging about work and hating on everything, I came to a realisation that I actually really like my job and my school. As my husband said, you just need to choose which bulls*** you’re happy to put up with.
To get a tattoo, or to not get a tattoo? But what if you’re a teacher?
In a job that is so complex and sometimes difficult, it is nice to have colleagues who make the days that little bit brighter.