I have somehow got to the end of the lesson, but it’s not over. The over-perfumed, power-suited inspector — let’s call her Mrs Gradgrind — invites me to join her in the tutorial room just outside the classroom. The class, meanwhile, are being sent out to play by my teaching assistant. There’s fifteen minutes until the next…
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