Today we had to consider whether we should implement:
1. A complete rubber ban.
2. A partial rubber ban, with the teacher being allowed the final say on rubbing out.
3. A decadent rubber free-for-all, with our junior ne're-do-wells rubbing out 'willy nilly'.
After 90 minutes of impassioned debate it was decided we should become a rubber-free zone. Apparently banning rubbers will teach our children that mistakes are part of life and that we should embrace our imperfections and disappointments. I expect the flawed and imperfect nature of existence is something our children are already painfully aware of, living as they do on the grimiest, skankiest, most crime-riddled estate in our city. So, tomorrow I must confiscate rubbers from my class of 8 year olds. Teaching. The most rewarding job in the world!