Recently I was clearing out my drawers in the classroom
I mean my cupboards, tut tut
I found a book that had the following message scrawled on the front page in a childish scribble
Belongs to Mary Smith*. If found please return to owner.
* obviously not her real name!!!
Without batting an eyelid I turned and handed the book to one of my current pupils and said
"John, would you mind giving that to your mother and telling her that I'm sorry I kept it so long!"
Yes, I was teaching the son of a girl I had taught many years ago. I started teaching in Baconstown about twenty ahem years ago. I haven't been there all that time. I worked abroad for several years and I was out and about doing drama inservice courses with teachers for other years. Like a boomerang I keep returning and until I find a better school with nicer kids and colleagues, there I will stay!
People look at me incredulously when I tell them I am into my second generation of pupils.
"But you look far too young and pretty to be doing that!" they retort.
OK, I may have put my own slant on that comment!
I explain that I was, in fact a child prodigy, and started my teaching career at an impossibly young age. Some of them have raised a quizzical eyebrow in doubt.
So I have searched through my drawers again, but in my house this time and found a photo of me on my first day teaching. Honest!