The end of term has come finally. And I am free to wake at midday and consume hot wine all day. It’s been a fairly bearable last few days, actually, showing videos in class, putting up decorations, getting presents from my students – luckily as a man I am always bought wine, preferable to the seriously questionable scarves my female colleagues in the maths department have been blessed with. Yuck.

So, all in all, a fairly inoffensive end of term. Apart from, that is, the horror of the School Christmas Show, for which I somehow got roped into singing Mistletoe and Wine while wearing a pink reindeer costume, a ‘sexy’ santa hat and some Jimmy Mallet specs. A whole world of badness that I would rather forget. I’m not even sure the kids thought it was funny; some of the looks I got as I was leaving this afternoon verged on pity, I think.

It always astounds me that teachers still approach this end of term concert hooha as an opportunity to make their students like and respect them more. Our students will only ever laugh AT us, not with us. Nothing, absolutely nothing, will change this. Certainly not a poorly executed comedy routine from a bunch of overtired teachers. But still they persist in this tragic silliness; with bad costumes, and dated jokes. And, as it does every year, the tumbleweed rolls across the school hall, the kids check their watches and roll their eyes, and we’re still the idiots they always thought we were. Happy Christmas One and All.

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