Secret Teacher: I moved to Africa – and realised how flawed British education is

Ten years ago, I took my first job as an English teacher in an east London comprehensive next to a large council estate. I had gravitated towards the profession because it was in my family. My father was a lifer at his school and vastly improved the chances of thousands of students over 30 years; I wanted to be able to say the same for myself when I reached retirement age. After a gruelling training year, I felt like I was on course to achieve that. I came home exhausted…

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