So, tomorrow sees the end of my five-week stint as the gibbering idiot on a teacher training course of such unparallelled rigour that the omission of a single sheet of illegibly scribbled notes from a folder of around 90 pages resulted in it being thrown back at me with the terse comment that it had not been marked.
An unmarked folder is, naturally, an automatic fail. Rather, of a non-pass, as it appears one cannot fail the course, however hard I may have tried to. One is left with the impression that the course has been constructed more for the honour of the brand than for the benefit of the teachers it produces, who are brought to the profession psychologically pre-damaged.
Any such suggestion is, of course entirely unwarranted, and is not to be interpreted as the opinion of its author.