So as my job has come to an abrupt end and I face the prospect of moving back home 5 months after I left. I am beginning to realise what it’s like to be 23 and unemployed at Xmas. I fully admit my failures as a teacher and as a human being in general. I’m panicking and flailing around inside whilst laying on the couch watching hugh fernley wittingstall seemingly uninterested in the world. Having qualifications aren’t enough anymore.