I'm a little shell-shocked - as are all my colleagues. 6 weeks of fun and sun then suddenly WHAMMO! Expectant faces looking up at you, ears open, and it's GO TIME!
Now, the marking has started and I'm already wracking my brain as to how to do a fun assembly about playing safely on the playground tomorrow.
I love my job.
Today's question: is it wrong that I love it more in August?