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tired-looking teenagers hanging around outside, was the same room that my observation had taken place in. As I caught sight of Amelia, the whole experience flooded back to me. We made eye contact and Amelia smiled weakly, as though begging me not to bring it up in front of the other students around. I was surprised at how bedraggled and withdrawn she looked. In my dreams she had
    seemed so much taller and more confident.
                  When Morgan left me to tend to her form, I stood in the middle of the classroom and looked around. Two of the walls had newly backed display boards on, ready for me to fill with work from my classes. The back wall had a huge whiteboard for me to write on and an interactive board that linked directly to the PC sitting on my new desk. The other wall was filled by a row of large windows. Looking out, I saw that the view they provided was of the courtyard, which was deserted now but I imagined would be full of excitable students at break and dinner time. I couldn’t believe that it was all mine. I even had a bookshelf to fill with textbooks and the collection of classics I’d built up over the years. I had a filing cabinet and a lockable cupboard for all my teaching resources. It was like a blank canvas that I couldn’t wait to start filling.
    “Hello, Gillian,” chirped Corinne, as she walked into the room carrying a box full of rolled up posters. “Just thought I’d come and check how you are settling in! I’ve brought you these. I order new ones every year and thought I’d give you first choice. They have motivational slogans or educational definitions on them.”
                  “Thanks, Corinne. That’s great!”
                  “Let me know if there’s anything else you need, ok?” She left smiling and whistling, which I thought must be a good sign if she was that happy in work.
                  My nerves dissipated when my new form started to come in, partially because I saw how great their discomfort was. There seemed to only be a couple who knew each other and they huddled together while the rest sat themselves down anywhere, looking around awkwardly. “Morning, 7G. My name is Miss Gordon and I’m going to be your form teacher this year. Does anyone know what that means?” They stared up at me, their eyes wide. “That means I’ll be the first member of staff that you see when you come in each day. You will come here first thing so I can register you and then we will spend twenty minutes together before you start your lessons for the day. If you have any questions or problems that you want to talk about, you can come to me and I will do my best to make things better for you.” They were starting to look more comfortable. “Right, so we can get to know each other better, let’s play a little game. I want each one of us to say full name is and then think of an activity we like that starts with the same first letter as our names. So for example, my name is Miss Gordon and I like giggling at bad jokes.” The students laughed in response and one boy put his hand up.
                  “My name is Carl and I like cars, especially my big brother’s because it’s a Mini Cooper and they’re my favourites.” From Carl’s contribution, there was a show of waving hands as the others couldn’t wait to say theirs and soon I found I was learning their names. Smiles started to form on their faces as time went on. We managed to play lots of games, talk about what they needed to bring to school for their classes, give out timetables and other resources they needed before I took them to dinner where they could mix with the other year sevens.
     
                  It was my second day when I came back into contact with Amelia. She was in the year 11 class that I now shared with Morgan. I would only have them once a week, while she had them for three classes. They were the bottom set and a very small group. From