Finally it's March
The weather remains refreshingly appalling. February dragged on and on and on. Term didn’t start marvellously well not only because I was so very ill (long before it became fashionable), but also because the inspectors called early on, and they called with an agenda. I may teach in a school, but I’m not a school teacher, trained or otherwise. I’ve always done things in my own way, taking cues from colleagues now and then. My method, which has no scientific rigour, cannot be complete rubbish because the exam results haven’t been so bad as to suggest that I was going about my business in the wrong way. I suppose the results can be attributed to the native wit of my pupils; I’ve never really supposed that I can claim any genuine responsibility for their success. The ones who are doomed to U’s will never strive to better themselves, and I’ve been teaching the brats of the Empire long enough to know that the old adage “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink” is true....