Friday 11 February 1994

They're an excellent class.

Except for one girl who I took an immediate dislike to the moment I met her on Wednesday. I thought my feelings about Sally would go away but this morning she showed me that I had cause to feel disquiet. I caught her writing a note to Tara, calling her a tart, with appropriate illustrations.

Sally's the sort of kid who you catch red-handed, then looks at you with wide-eyed innocence and says, 'I didn't do it. It wasn't me.'

The kids seem used to her but they haven't developed very good strategies to cope with her, yet.

Neither have I.