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I feel treachery afoot with my evening school boss AKA The Pimp. I have been troubled by a kid in one of my classes since last July who often chews gum, is unwilling to pay attention and is always disruptive.

I was trying to explain a “highly interesting” piece of grammar on the whiteboard and he was being noisy again. Fed up with months of this, I threw my marker pen at him hitting him squarely in the face. It wasn`t thrown with enough force to hurt him just to get his attention. It served enough to shock him into a sullen quiet with tears welling in his eyes to be wiped away by his sleeve. He is 9.

I`ll acknowledge that it wasn`t the right thing to do and that i`m a coward and a bully. I think that he may have, quite rightly, told the owner. I taught an adult class today and got a piece of grammar wrong to be corrected by the pimp. I was also tetchy and harsh when they got things wrong. All these things point to my days there being numbered.

I got one extra day of work a week thanks to the Pimp manouevring a replacement (me) in place of the previous teacher before she sacked him. This is excellent business and tactical sense worthy of inclusion in “The Art of War” but like a marriage built on an affair, my stability is precarious. Beware the Ides of March indeed Julius Caesar.