The corridors will echo on the early Monday mornings,
Sounds bowling down the buffed and polished floors
Like single snooker balls, clacking and whispering,
Following you to the door you’ve come to love,
Your sanctuary, but today it’s cold and dark,
The chill, like fingers gripping at your flesh
As you fumble for the heating switch.
Let there be light
And sound, as the computer whirs to life
Blinking sleepily, remembering
It’s time to work, to plaster on that smile
Forget the weekend’s drinking and it’s arguments
And immerse yourself in teenage drama mixed
With Shakespeare and some poetry,
A warm and lovely bath of ancient words.
Margot Kinberg
The real life of a school (at least in my opinion) comes from the people in it, and the ideas they have. So, yes, I think it is a bit tomb-like when there’s no-one there. I hope you have a productive week!
patientandkindlove
Once, when all the kids had gone home we played hide and seek and we hid in cupboards and under desks. The emptiness was odd but also a bit exciting.