|Like, I know, right?|
|I smiled less than this but the weather was this good.|
I'd love to have dressed this way, and the hair too...
Never gonna happen.
I don't know if the song is appropriate but I found a CD of stuff that I was listening to back in 2006/7 and I've been playing it in the car. It seems that my musical choices back then were a tad more upbeat than they they have been for at least three years!
Maybe this will become an ode to my new job? I hope so. I'm looking forward to moving, I'm looking forward to the challenge of a new job and to working with people who won't be looking to sack me or deliberately undermining my performance in the classroom. At least, I hope they won't. I worry that two people, who did not like one another, came to the same conclusions about me and my professional effectiveness, I worry that perhaps they were right in their assessment. I worry because, if this is true, then moving to another job won'tr prevent a similar outcome.
At the same time I am reminded that the new place saw my bog-standard lesson as outstanding because of a few of the things I do as standard in most of my lessons and praised me highly for my honest and actual plans for what I intend to do as Head of Department. I am buoyed by the stuff Gove has been bleating and the controversy because the place I go to has ignored most of it, has focused on what I think is good teaching and has got outstanding in the last few inspections as a consequence. In short, I am torn between being happy and sad and bitter all at once.
I am trying not to think of my leaving speech. And I've a had beer. Spitfire about which I think I've written before...
EDIT - Didn't realise it had been that long. Tilly passed her driving test, of course she did, and the kiddlies have been very good, considering their parents have gone a bit mental making the house ready for sale.