It's that time of the year again, waving goodbye to the (often crying) kids in your class and sending them along to the next dragon!
I hate it and love it at the same time.
They have been like my family, my kids, my reason to get up in the morning.
And, now, that's all over - yet again.
So the pressies start rolling in, the good, the bad and the ugly.
Candles that stink, loadsa bubble baths and chocolates.
Somehow not enough for all those months and months of slog. yet, still feeling like some sort of 'handout'!
My ideal gift would be a mug bearing the slogan" Coat finder, pencil sharpener, surrogate mother, walking encyclopaedia, form filler, arbitrator, language specialist, fundraiser, accountant, musician, government directive reader, PR officer, nanny, examiner, crowd controller, scapegoat............just call me a teacher!"
