Before I started teacher training, I was asked by my college to spend some time at a high school. So I went back to my old school as an observer. This was an extremely weird experience, seeing old teachers as new colleagues, albeit for only a few days, being allowed for the first time into the inner sanctum of the staff room, off limits to mere pupils.
Staff rooms are odd places at the best of times, but the thing I remember most was a fight breaking out on the school field between some boys. My old teachers, who I had heretofore seen as mostly responsible adults, suddenly behaved like kids themselves, flocking to the window and, safe behind net curtains, watching the procedings with eagerness until someone finally said, somewhat reluctantly, ' Well I suppose I had better go break it up...'
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