On Monday 6 January Hugh Mullins was getting ready to teach 8D. The young English teacher was newly qualified, and 8D was the most challenging class in Moreland School.
Back in at the deep end, he reflected, emptying his bag. Year 8 English: texts and approaches (A teacher’s handbook) weighed a ton. He looked around the empty classroom and sighed nervously. Maybe Samir would be off sick. A loud bellow from the corridor made him jump. Mamadou, aka Motor-mouth, was warming up his vocal chords.
Here we go again, Hugh groaned inwardly, burying his face in his hands. But he pulled himself together when Aisha and Nouria walked in.
“Happy new year, sir!” they giggled.
On second thoughts, the girls in 8D weren’t such a lost cause… Hugh wished them a happy new year too, in what hoped was a formal voice. His more experienced colleagues had warned him, “Don’t get too friendly with your students, or they’ll eat you alive.”
“That’s nice sweater, sir,” said Nouria. “Was it from father Christmas?”
Hugh blushed. It was a present from his mum. 8D always caught him off guard.
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