Whilst I wait for my tea to brew, and my planning-motivation to kick in, I thought I would write a little something on the new school term which is starting in a week.
I went into school yesterday, mainly to find out if I have my own room. Last year I moved around classrooms to teach music. Not ideal at all, as obviously I had to lug around instruments etc to each lesson. So I was really hoping and pushing for my own room. I found out that I will have my own room, but the assistant headteacher I spoke to didn’t know which room it is. A week to go.
Also, the assistant headteacher I spoke to wasn’t a happy person. He/she (anonymity in the extreme – hang on – can I use the word “they” to refer to a singular person?) has been told by the headteacher that they (yes, I can) are required to teach FULL TIME this year. So the assistant head has been in school for most of their holiday, sorting out their new classroom and getting their head (now “they/their” reads very strangely) around the planning for a Year group they haven’t taught recently. Not good. A week to go.
Also, we are soon due a visit from the infamous group of inspectors. Her Majesty’s Inspectors. It could be as early as this half-term. I am predicting it will be next half-term. I am hoping it will be next half-term.
So as I sip my lovely mug of tea and ponder the up-and-coming term, I feel a hint of gratitude that I have a job, but a larger dose of apprehension about what this term will hold. It’s weird. I never imagined myself being in this situation. But hey, it makes for more things to blog about, doesn’t it?