pebble underneath my feet

By anjali

your face, it has no place

There aren't enough hours in the day to do all you need to do as a teacher. Marking, planning, displays, think about all the ways I could teach equivalent fractions tomorrow so that eeeeeeeverybody gets it, planning a trip, blah blah blah.....bit stressed out right now. Had a nice moment whilst marking books after school, when they played 'I am the resurrection' on the radio. Took me back to dancing in 5th ave in Manchester with my buds and shouting singing along. Happy days.

This is the view that greeted me this morning as I left the house, which I thought was quite pretty.

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