What I’m really thinking: the form tutor

What I don’t get paid for are the hours I spend fretting over all 29 of you. You will never know the tears I have shedI have seen you almost every day of your teenage life. It is quite possible that I am the first face you see, or the first voice to say good morning to you. I hope this is not entirely true, but I know for some of you it is. Often I am greeted with smiles, or a silent nod.I constantly nag you about your punctuality, uniform and (lack of) equipment, not because I enjoy being