With concrete cancer and metal fatigue, it's an old sick building from the seventies. It's a fire damaged poorly built pile of old bricks Nothing that a big wrecking ball couldn't fix. But the school is not the building, it's the children
It's the kids like Kevin and his brother Steve, studying hard for their GCSEs. It's the school prefect and the special needs, the teacher's pet learning Japanese. The school is not the building, it's the children
So let the door frames shrink and the toilets floor and the sports field sink back into the mud. It's not the building it's the flesh and blood, subsiding but underpinned with love. The school is not the building, it's the children
It's not the temporary classroom that's been there for years, or the fire extinguishers that disappeared, if the school's destroyed it'll still be here, in the girls and the boys , have I made myself clear? The school is not the building. It's the children