A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.
You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.
A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.
You are in a garden, and you are astonished.”
tryign to learn to knit. this is like my fourth time starting over because i fucked up on the very last stitch of a row and don’t know how to fix
clara sitting up all night marking essays and arriving at school early to perfect her educational wall displays.
clara stomping purposefully across the playground towards some ratbag year 9 who has been bullying an awkward year 7.
clara not being able to work the overhead projector.
clara in the cupboard weeping silently because she’s stressed about an impending ofsted inspection.
clara doing a memorable turn as kate bush at the annual teacher talent show.
clara not rubbing all the chalk off the chalkboard properly.
clara sitting on the grass round the back of school with the naughtiest kid in school while he cries about his home life.
clara being the only person the girl who got pregnant in year 10 could ask for help.
clara on results day.
clara signing leaving tshirts and secretly joining the sixth formers for a fag out by the bins on their last day of school.
clara shakily reading a poem at the memorial assembly of a teacher who has passed away.
clara being the reason you passed your exams, the reason you have the job you love, the reason you first read your favourite book.
protect teacher clara at all costs.
the-third-way replied to your post “Just been tagged in the eleven questions meme again. I’ve done it…”
I’ve read one of the chrestomanci books, struggling to remember the name of it … OH! Nine Lives. I really liked it.
Charmed Life? The Lives of Christopher Chant? I love those books. :)