Redemption
Motherfucker. I sit and fume silently as the chaos of the school during lunchtime continues around me. I cannot believe that bastard got the better of me. As the two probationers in the department we should have been partners, working together to make it through our first year of teaching. But no, after the first couple of weeks when the head of the department casually dropped the bombshell that there would be a permanent job at the end of the year – one permanent job – it’s been snidey comments and an exhausting game of one-upmanship. But this, this s**t is pistols at dawn.
I am going to kill the git for this one.
I mean, it was only a little paperwork. I could have marked the tests – I did actually look at them – but the reports wouldn’t have been any different. It was thre
