
First journey to school
I am sat on a train. Four rows in front of me is my daughter, Helen. She has told me we must sit apart and act like we we don’t know each other.

I am sat on a train. Four rows in front of me is my daughter, Helen. She has told me we must sit apart and act like we we don’t know each other.

I want you to imagine for a moment that a school teacher, confidence coach and two renowned parenting experts walk in to a bar. They discuss the best ways parents can prepare their children for the transition from primary school to to Year 7. What would the result be? Would they come up with some
There’s one thing I wish I had been warned before I started secondary school: Take care in the farmyard. My school, you see, was very rare in that it taught rural studies and had its own farm. During one of the breaks on the first day, I went for a walk in the farmyard with

Last week was a funny old week. I was phenomenally busy as I prepared for the start of the weirdest of school summer holidays. It was also the week that my eldest child’s primary school days formally came to end…for the second time in four months.

When I was at secondary school, I had a chemistry teacher who was quite a character. He was very sarcastic and this appealed to me greatly. He also travelled to school every day on a motorbike, which gave him a slightly rebellious edge and made all the other teachers seem very boring in comparison.
