The fast-approaching end to the summer holidays screams into view, complete with typical UK Bank Holiday weather in tow. Fantastic. It's enough to make you want to put on a onesie, curl up in your duvet and block out the world while you read a book or watch a rubbish film.
For many of us it'll be back to school. For me, back to school - but not as I know it. My armbands are being firmly removed and I'm being pushed in at the deep end (this is all a metaphor of course). I'm very much hoping that everything will go smoothly, that my classes will be filled with angels and that my job won't be as difficult as I think it's going to be.
I'm obviously deluded. But strangely hopeful.
However, the new academic year brings new challenges to everyone, whether you're teaching or being taught. I have new shoes, new clothes, a new classroom and ... well, I'll have a bit of a haircut before I go back too. So also, new hair.
I don't like this "go in hard" business when it comes to the classroom. But that's just me. I've found angles that work for me and I've improved. I'm hoping I don't go backwards and have to start again, especially as I've (many of us have) been away from the whiteboard for so long.
So. With a week to go, it's safe to say I'm scared. Well. Excited and scared. That' horrible and wonderful mixture of emotions. And that's the truth!
