Friday

I took a group of ten year sevens back to their old primary school to talk to the year sixes about the gloriousness of secondary school and answer any questions the sixes may have. It was great seeing how happy my sevens were and how glad their former teachers were to see them.

Plus, we got to play at recess. And I got some caterpillar cake. (Which, as I was told, was in the shape of a caterpillar, not actually made from caterpillars. I know…I was disappointed, too.)

Oh, and I learned a new word from one of my year sevens: registrated. As in, ‘In our forms, we go and get registrated.’