Apathy Jack writes:

Wandering through town of a Friday night, I see four students, and make appointments for three of them to come and see me at school so we can play silly-buggers with their timetables - get them out of some of the, shall we say, less felicitous classes they’ve been shoehorned into.

Then I come home to a message from my student who has run away, reminding me about the meeting I need to have with her parents to work out the terms to get her back home.

Next week, school starts, and I can go back to doing this stuff dressed like a teacher.