For 200 metres he strides ahead, his pale legs pumping like pistons; to the other runners, he is a dot, hitting the second bend as they finish the first. And then, suddenly, mid-stride, he stops. He bends, gripping his right side, wincing. I was that kid on sports day. And, to be honest, I still am. Instead, I propose that we keep our personal imp.

Once a history teacher, now learning about education. I teach; I write about trying to improve, what I read, schools I visit and what I learn. My main themes are linked to below; the search box and tags may also help. My attempts to improve as a classroom teacher, discussed and dissected. Putting formative assessment techniques to use. These posts focus primarily on history teaching.