Thinking back to my 12-year-old self today, and how I didn’t understand why we needed to spend like 10 weeks in a row in French class learning the words for everything in my pencil case. Well clearly, the reason is that my teacher knew that many years later I might have a day’s work covering Art, at a small school where the Art teacher also does French, and all the labels on all the drawers and cupboards would be written in French 😅

And despite all of that I still couldn’t get the kids the rubbers they wanted because I couldn’t find anything, anywhere, with les gommes written on it 😠