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In a fit of poverty-related ambition last week, I signed up to a tutor website. Theoretically it's an excellent idea - it's a decent rate of pay, and I only signed up for subjects I came out with A grades for... eleven years ago.

I can't remember what I did last week.

I have to teach GCSE Maths in 2 hours.

Meep.

Maths = pretty

Tutoring was so fun! My student has three areas she wanted to work on before the exam in May, and today we fixed one. At the start of the hour, she didn't have a clue how to solve simultaneous equations. The method they use at her school was... not that intuitive. End of the hour? I had her solving 3 variable/3 equation problems.

Rock!

Same time next week for quadratics. Which, um, I will have to brush up on beforehand.




I recently discovered that teaching is the only profession in which the government will pay you a bursary while you re-train. I could get £225 a week tax free if I was to go into maths, physics or chemistry - the really unpopular ones. And then when you take your first job, you get some unholy amount as a 'golden hello'. I think it's nine grand? I am actually a little bit tempted...