It's the end of a day teaching and I feel as if all the joy has been sucked out of me. Only teaching does that, it leaves me inert and jaded. So much for the cant about working with people who will make you question, instead like Orwell said it feels as if you are pouring your immortal soul down the drain pint by pint.
It is not as if the ideas that are taught aren't stimulating but it is the debillitating drip by drip of maintaining discipline that acts like an exquisite chinese torture.
Add to that the relentless initiatives, badly thought through, not open to questioning and delivered by those with little within them apart from a relentless ambition.