I find it rather weird that my friends are now all becoming things like ”miss branch”, ”miss Jones” and ”miss avery”, rather than Nicky, Charlotte and Emma. It’s mking me feel old – they’re all now teachers or teaching assistants. On the one hand I think ”aren’t teachers meant to be older than I am” but on the other I think it’s cool because my generation is now becoming the generation in charge. We’re starting to hold positions of power; we can influence young people. it’s quite a strange feeling.

I guess, when you go to a university like MMU, teaching is an obvious career move. Nobody pretends it’s up there with oxford or Cambridge, but it provides you with a fairly good knowledge base well suited for teaching. As for myself, I have decided that I would not be well suited for teaching, at least not the teaching of kids. I am still nevertheless interested in pedagogy; I’m starting to wonder if I could somehow link this with my desire to make film. Thus I doubt I’d ever be ”Mr Goodsell”, but education and issues surrounding it interest me greatly.

I stand by what I wrote on Monday evening. I think we all need to compromise. I did not say inclusion was unobtainable; I just liberalised my stance on special schools. We can all have these lofty ideals, but we must be cautious not to throw the baby out with the bath water. Sometimes, such schools work; sometimes they do a good job. On the other hand, we need inclusion to break down social barriers. Question is, which is the greater requirement?

I guess it has fallen to us – my generation – to find out.