Replacing the Teacher(‘s voice)

One. that’s all it takes. One cheeky New Year’s Eve cigar (well I’ve got to have *some* fun) and the consequences are pretty disastrous: laid out for a week with tonsillitis, the exact week you’ve planned to do all that marking and planning that piled up last term in fact; slipping into the jetlagged time stream of the insomniac by waking up every five minutes hacking and coughing and hot-flushing and cold-sweating, so much so you think you’ll sleep through the first-day-back-at-work-alarm; and then you lose your voice on the first day…

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