Waterloo road -My journey as a teacher
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Last published Mon, Sep 18, 2023
I'm an NQT at Waterloo road high school I teach alongside my best friend and my son also attends. I've met some intesting people like Steph she teaches French I use the word teaches lightly. we have Grantley well he's just old Tom now what can I say about Tom. we've got many many more who I've met this year.
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