An aging teacher in a modern world

At 61, and having nearly 40 years of teaching behind me, I have observed names over the years. They go in waves, each new semi-decade bringing a boy’s name who you know ranks high on the probability scale of trouble. Television is a great equaliser. Beyond the naming after soap stars, it allows the underclass to latch onto the well- heeled, so that soon the nursery sand tray is crowded with names from a Knightsbridge prep school or a Cotswolds gymkhana. An aging teacher in a modern classroom “It’s Kee – ah,” the girl corrected, every time I pronounced the … Continue reading An aging teacher in a modern world