Colour

All the colour needed on a Friday night.

Today I told some of the kids I was leaving and it’s the group that I love the most. I’ve been working with M since she was a (particularly farty) year 7 and now she’s about to take her GCSEs.

M: What? You’re leaving? Why? Why is everyone leaving? Even my bus is going.

Me: Do you mean your bus or your bus driver?

M: My bus! I’ve been getting on it since year 7 and it’s being changed.

Me: Did you just equate me to a bus?

This is what I love about young people, they are utterly bizarre.