I threw out my DBS guidelines the moment I got here: the children I teach all hug me goodbye and plant forceful kisses on my cheeks as they go. So I knew I would have to think differently about the relationship between children and teachers. And I’m starting to realise other things about this refugee childhood at the same time.

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Tales of the Unexpected

I had some idea of what I was expecting from this Desert Life before I got here having been once before but plenty has come out of nowhere and made me stop and think. More often than not about myself.

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