Friday, October 30, 2015
I am a mature student, the only one here, and it's my first day at this school. I'm waiting in a common area till I find out which room we're in. They've all gone in. I follow the way they went but I'm late and get told off by the teacher, who indicates that I should sit in a small space between the others. Everyone here slides desks around to where they want them. Instead of sitting where I'm told, with my briefcase, I decide to take one of the desks from the back and slide it around to where I want it. A little while into class, the teacher slides himself over the desk on my left, where two others sit and brings his head over to talk to us, mainly to me. I think so this is why private education is so successful, the individual attention. But then I can't make out what he's saying, apart from the last few words. This is not going to work for me. I go for a walk outside in the street. It's daytime. A sign is hanging from a pub down onto the ground and only just attached by a corner, so I step on it easily to bring it down altogether, which is safer. I think, well that class was fun, but it was English. The next one might be Maths and that would be a bore. Back in the common area, reading, and I realise they've all gone in. I'm late again.