The bell rings ending stolen minutes of peace

And armed with only board pens and 28 marked books

We open the staffroom door knowing only too well

We don’t get paid enough for this

 

The names Bond

But to you that’s Mrs Bond

And my licence is to educate

Make you analyse and evaluate

Answer questions

But know

Being late is totally unacceptable in my class

The only thing you can do without my permission is breathe

 

First years begin eager

Taking in everything we say but

“Should I write in pen miss?”

“Should I write on paper miss?”

“Should I underline miss?”

Mean we just try not to answer questions with

“You think?!”

 

Then stropiness, sloppiness and as distruptive streak comes

And so does exasperation as we carry on

Trying to convince ourselves with increasing desperation

That is in fact their own time they’re wasting

 

Hours spent with saint like patience as we

Rephrase and repeat and rephrase and repeat

Until they understand

Reminds us why we love our work

Roll on June July and August

 

But seven years after they walk into our classroom

They walk out

And seeing the transformation about

To face the big wide world

We think to ourselves

My God I’m good!

 

Administrators

Coat finders

Educators

Fundraisers

Examiners

Pencil sharpeners

Social workers

Form fillers

Encyclopedias

Report writers

 

And superheroes in disguise

 

Yeah you guessed right we’re

Teachers

 

I wrote this one a while ago and thought today ooo I could put it on write out loud... so I have :)