Of course, I could've lied to the colleague and said, "Blog? Me? Where got time?" But if you didn't know already, I am a woefully inept poker player, because this face, my face, it cannae tell a lie. So I capitulated immediately, and then told him not to tell anyone.
Fat lot of good that'll do, though. A former student, absolutely beside himself at having found my blog, left me an enthusiastic comment that also unwittingly included my real name. I suppose I could go delete the comment, but it's so much more fun to torment him long-distance by leaving it there in all its accusatory glory. Yeah, I'm a teacher at heart all right...
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Well you know what, some people will always be former students at heart and enjoy tormenting their ex-teachers long-distance too ;)
Perhaps the accusatory Scarlet Letter really will become a sort of glory, giving me sympathetic insights into all kinds of human fallenness and an unspoken role as healer and champion of the secretly guilty... =P
'An honest face...' (Mr Rochester, Jane Eyre)
Stop quoting your A Level texts back at me :P
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