My career in teaching - 03
posted by sooyup
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Mr Chips,
Pictures of Emm
When Emma and I decided I should train as a teacher, we little imagined how difficult life would become financially. The grant was woefully inadequate. And even working in the holidays failed to bring my income to half of what it had been. By the time we had paid the mortgage, the utility bills, and my bus fares, we scarcely had enough to live on. By the last three weeks of each term, we were living on baked beans and our reserves of something nasty out of a tin labelled pork luncheon meat. “How do you want your Spam, darling?” Despite the hunger and the hardship, the house was full of fun and laughter. As you can see from the photo, Emma was as gorgeous as ever, and fucking cost us nothing. Emma’s mother, warning her against me before we were married, had said, “When poverty comes in through the door, love will fly out of the window.” In our case, she could not have been more wrong. When poverty came in through our door, we sat him down and offered him a Spam fritter.
When Emma and I decided I should train as a teacher, we little imagined how difficult life would become financially. The grant was woefully inadequate. And even working in the holidays failed to bring my income to half of what it had been. By the time we had paid the mortgage, the utility bills, and my bus fares, we scarcely had enough to live on. By the last three weeks of each term, we were living on baked beans and our reserves of something nasty out of a tin labelled pork luncheon meat. “How do you want your Spam, darling?” Despite the hunger and the hardship, the house was full of fun and laughter. As you can see from the photo, Emma was as gorgeous as ever, and fucking cost us nothing. Emma’s mother, warning her against me before we were married, had said, “When poverty comes in through the door, love will fly out of the window.” In our case, she could not have been more wrong. When poverty came in through our door, we sat him down and offered him a Spam fritter.
