Going There…
Well, I was a bit dreading the entrance I have to admit. Expecting almost to be searched, to go below the metal detector, ID checked, being escorted all the time with a special badge.
UK is, in general, very paranoid when it comes to security. So I was prepared for the worse!
Arrived on time on my bicycle, I went towards the entrance. There was an electric lock… like you see for doors in jail on TV. A pupil opened the door and here I am in front of the desk and the woman says “Where is he gone?!”. I was just in front, and she then left. A bit surprised, I realised she was talking about the youngster who just opened the door for me.
After a couple of minutes I’m asked if someone was dealing with me. No time for the teacher to be called and Joel is at the entrance to pick me up.
No ID check, no badge, not that bad then. They still have a bit of faith left in human kind in this school 🙂 (Having said that, Joel knew me and therefore I was not a total stranger. I feel obliged to justify otherwise I can see one newspaper without anything to say starting to slender the school) continue reading…
