Mr Johnny-no-frwends at the moment

10am and nary one student has turned up for their assignated rendezvous for tutoring at school!
So, I have a stack of marking next to me, senior fiction to read and make activities and learning assessments on, a room I could re-organise and the minutae of teaching.
And now the sun is coming out from behind a cloud ... taunting me to ride those twisty roads to freedom
I feel a ditty, a sonnet, a poem coming on
As I sit here, at my keyboard, all by myself
Doing that solitary teacher's song,
Marking around me, books on the shelf
Where oh where did I go wrong?
Od's Bodkins, should be riding for my mental health!
Students out in the milling holiday throng,
An involuntary curse escapes my mouth!
Never mind, I shall be strong,
For soon, very soon I shall be riding South...
Knowing my luck if I leave now, some students will be bound to turn up and then say to me next term "But Mr.Joe, we were there! And you weren't! Wassup wiv'that teach?"

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