![]() ![]() What even happened to us? We go parties now, and we’ve got nothing to say to each other ‘til we’re fucked. I’m remembering how we cared about each other, how we got in fights for each other and robbed Tescos and built fires and got off our faces, it was exciting, wasn’t it? It felt real. I’m remembering how it felt to be fifteen, us lot, in aparty, feeling like the world was ours, like we fuckin’ owned it. The classroom’s hot, and I’m staring at the kids, and I’m remembering us lot when we was at school – moving through the corridors like we was the fuckin’ Roman empire. No wonder the kids are killing each other over postcodes, or getting sick at the thought of not being famous. You should hear the way they talk about them. Thirty years in the job, and they hate everything about it, but it’s too late for them to get a new job and I’m pretty sure that secretly they hope the kids’ll come to nothing. I mean, I stand in the staffroom in between classes and smile along with the others, but they’re all so bitter, Tony. You can’t inspire minds on a timetable like this. I’m trying to remember why I wanted to do this in the first place. It’s hot and the classroom stinks, and the clock’s broken and the work stuck up on the walls is old and the corners are coming away and the kids are screaming. I’m trying to pretend I don’t know what it means. I’m staring out at them, and I’m thinking who the fuck are you lot anyway? I look at them, but I can’t see children, I can just see the colour of their jumpers, smudges where their faces should be.īehind me, today’s date is written on the board. ![]() I’m stood at the front of the class and I feel like I’m drowning. ![]()
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