It's a reality where there are shining moments of inspiration, when you feel your heart skip a beat. It's a reality where sometimes you find yourself competing to outwit a nine-year-old, and feel a bitter resentment if they beat you. It's a reality where your teaching assistant's inability to cut in a straight line throws you into the deepest of rages.
It's the end of this academic year, and The Truthful Classroom will be chronicling the day-to-day ins-and-outs. I'm going to be meeting my new selection of eight year olds next week, who will become my next class.
Let that be the starting point, because if this post is to set the tone, then the tone is mind-achingly dull.