Remembering lessons learnt as chalk dust settles on teacher’s career
That phrase is about all we plan on borrowing from Philip Larkin for the moment, though the great poet and University of Hull librarian is always a good starting point.
Thirty-four years ago this column and another 29 reluctant scholars had a starting point of our own when we trooped into second class, upstairs in the old North Mon primary school, where we were the first class to come to the attention of a recent graduate from teacher training college, a Kilrush man.
