What the Teacher Did Next

Life after Burnout

Most of my favourite maths lessons have involved food of some kind.  Or to be more specific, some kind of chocolate.  Just as there can be no omelette without breaking a few eggs, you can’t understand fractions without breaking a few KitKats (unless you’re more of a savoury person, in which case pizza will do …

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I’ve never been good at break ups.  No matter how bad things get, I’ve always had trouble letting go.  Ironically, (for someone who can be a glass half empty kind of a girl) I’m blinded by the good stuff and end up flying back towards the light like a bedazzled moth, aiming for the moon, …

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