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So, it happens. The start of term. Somewhere in my head, I have decided that I am prepared for the new term. But then, reality sets in and I realise that 30 children are about to descend into my care.

It's a worrying thought as now I realise I am nowhere near as ready as I would like to be. Names to learn, preferred lessons, ways of learning to find out about... The list goes on and on.

This carries on for a week. At least. I am terrible at starting off. I want to do so well that it gets in the way of objectivity. If it is a class I find difficult, then it can last nearly all year. I always want to find the way to help the class succeed.

It's going to be a good year. I know that. But I think it'll be a couple of weeks until I am certain deep in my heart. That'll be the real beginning.