School blog – Intro

So the UK didn’t quite work out how I expected.

Coming home?

Home is where the heart is, so they say. Clearly my home is no longer Liverpool. I suppose realistically I left that ‘home’ at 19 when I went off to the Polytechnic. A new life, a new world, a new set of people; with tendrils still linked back to ‘home.’

And now I am back teaching in the Middle East, a new home and yet another new life. Nobody really cared or visited when I was back on Merseyside. My sons even got to the point where they didn’t even want me to visit them. My sister lived a 15-minute drive from me and visited once in 2 years. I talk a lot with colleagues who have taught and travelled all over the world and we all find the same – when you go home nobody cares where you’ve been, they just want to go on about local gossip and what they’ve been watching on TV.

And I want to say, with throw backs to the good old days – ‘I have travelled on the Marrakesh Express;’ ‘I lived in Kazakhstan and Azerbaijan so I have been back in the USSR;’ ‘I met my China Girl;’ and in tribute to an old pub in Coventry ‘I have visited the Alhambra Palace.’

Nobody seems interested.

I’m not quite on the other side of the world, but Oman is not quite East Anglia.

Which again makes me think; all those years I lived in Suffolk and hardly anyone, friends of family, came to visit.

Moving forward, as backward is the wrong direction, I want to introduce the world to my travels and travails in the world of Education. Meet the twins, Bing and Bong and their constant repeat I don’t understand. And Princess Bulb head, too rude for her own good, and thick as two short planks. Little Miss Converse who wears the same shoes every day and creates an interesting pong as she moves along. The bespectacled Toad and his crazy Mother who believes her son is a genius but suffers form bad teacher’s in every possible subject.

And the people in charge, demons, and midgets, who most people wouldn’t follow to the toilet…