Another year is nearly – nearly what?

Nearly over, or nearly beginning?

Do you view the approach the end of August with dread or anticipation? For me it is the latter; I have had jobs where I have sat on the stairs in tears every Sunday, because I so hated my work and there seemed to be no way out. I have felt like that about some of my teaching jobs in the past, in schools where I was largely unsupported and left to cope as best as I could. (I survived – just – it was a close-run thing!)

This month I have posted a link to a music joke site, and some thoughts on behaviour management. Hopefully one of the posts will match your mood.