It would be about ten years ago now, when I did two months supply at a very posh school for an eye-wateringly large daily rate. (Got it via word of mouth). The kids were great and the facilities were excellent, but I had a conversation that went like this... "Do you think we could have our exercise books back?" "Of course, yes, when did you hand them in to be marked?" The entire class cried out "NOVEMBER"..... This was late May..... Wowza So I said, "No problem... I'll get them back to you by the end of the week" Little voice said, "Can you find them?" "Yesssss " I said with the supply teacher smile of cheerful optimism, and got them on task quickly. The staff at the posh school were very unfriendly, but isn't that always the way? Do supply at a challenging school and everyone is really nice.... but there's a ying to the yang... and hearing about the posh school's staff members plans to walk up Snowdon for the fifteenth time, gets a little weary, when you just wish she'd tell you some practical details. Like Where were the exercise books that were handed in .. back in November. We had a little search around. I could see why she was enthusiastic about Snowdon, cos there was a mountain of un marked books in the store cupboard,. "Root around and get the red ones out.... that's the four different classes... I think".. And leaving me to "root", she went back to her Earl Grey and tut tutting with other teachers... I "rooted" 80 unmarked books and put them in a box... without asking permission to use the box.... which turned out to be a problem.. So I asked permission to use the box. "So are you going to actually mark them then?" I did the supply teacher grin and said, "Oh.. you know.. la di dah.. might as well... " and staggered out with box. I went to the office that I shared with a teacher who was suffering from "commuter tourettes syndrome". She had a long commute to the school and it made her twitchy an apt to blurt. I'd be teaching a class, and she'd rush in, blurt and rush out again, sometimes wearing a black school master's gown from the 1950s. She'd be ok by break, but I ended up taking over her duties to see if this would help with the rushing and blurting problem, and indeed, by lunch time she was usually all right, but very paranoid. As I started to mark eighty books she said, "Why aren't you chatty?"... I said "I'm marking books - sorry - trying to concentrate" She hissed. Commuting does strange things to people, but the appearance of the supply teacher marking books was so abhorrent that she said "Ah.. I see.... I see what you're doing... You're marking books.. that's what you're doing..." Then she twitched a bit.... That was her pattern. Blurt and twitch. Another teacher walked into our room, watched me marking books and went "Some People".... (meaning me) and then wandered out again. I desperately wanted to ask if marking books was not a "thing" in the private sector, but didn't dare. Ah well They were a rum bunch.