
I’m doing my first placement as part of my teaching degree and they’ve put me in a boys school. I had my first lesson with the year eight students today. They’re loud, rambunctious and fidgitty, but there’s no malice in any of them.
For the first few minutes I was advised to let them get to know me – I gave them some selected work history and education and asked if they had any questions. They asked where I was born, if I knew my IQ, where to go to get your IQ tested and then a boy at the back asked:
What do you think about feminism?
I thought quickly and decided to be honest.
I think it’s cancer.