The Honesty of Children

Lunch hour at work, its friday, no more lessons...just some speech festival coaching, so I am flouting the unspoken law that reads

Thou shalt not do anything for yourself at work.

....and I have decided to rattle off some stream of conciousness during my nine to five (7 to 7 for me actaully) Because its at work though, I think it might end up as 'steam' of conciousness what with the frantic faffing about in this staffroom at lunchtime. Over the weekend I'll try best to write something really good, some 'cream' of conciousness. Do you like 'cream' puns..?

A week or so ago I asked my youngest class - 12 yr olds - to describe me for a short homework. They are sweet, charming, and eager to please teacher, or so I thought. My armour plated ego hasnt recovered yet.

Apparently I am a - half breed clown with funny Chinese and an arse like a hill. -

The honesty of children is terrifying.