So I did my work experience at a Primary School. An obvious choice I know but I did it not because I’m woefully unoriginal but because I actually want to be a teacher.
It was lovely there. The children were lovely (annoying but lovely). The staff were lovely. Even the automated doors were lovely. To open them you needed a staff clearance card, something I didn’t have meaning I would have to buzz reception anytime I wanted to go anywhere.
No despite all that stuff I did enjoy myself. I even got a chance to read the child protection policy. ALL OF IT! It’s quite funny actually. There’s a whole 6 pages devoted to the bomb scare procedure.
It has go far as to encourage my stupid ambition of wanting to become a teacher. Whoppe-do.