WEDNESDAY
D-Day. This was the day I had been waiting for and dreading. I was being observed first lesson (maths) by the Headteacher and, added to this, by the end of the day she would have told us all where were going to be next year. Exciting for some, not for me. I was going to find out if I had a job for September or not. Although it felt like I was being observed to see if I could keep my job, it was just an unfortunate timing of events and the two were not related.
The observation could not have gone better. Although I didn't get feedback until the end of the day, she made a point of telling me she was very happy with it, so that I wasn't left wondering. She said my planning was fantastic (wow!), I had differentiated (planned for different abilities) well and loads of other really positive stuff. What was really nice, was that she said she appreciated that this was a model lesson and said, "I don't expect every lesson to be like that."
Later that day (ooh, time connective - 1 point! See what too much SATs does to you!) she told me C would be coming back and that unfortunately I would not be staying on next year. She asked if I would like to apply for a 3-day-a-week job share with C, which I said I probably wouldn't. She explained that she would have to advertise it anyway even if I did want it. I felt sick. I love my school. I don't want to go. I considered chaining myself to the railings, but was not sure that would convince them I was the right person to work with their children for the rest of the year! I just wanted to go home and cry, but there was staff meeting in 10 minutes. just a short one in which she was going to announce where everyone else was next year. "...and in class # will be C who is returning 2 days a week." Silence. I looked around and no one looked back at me. The head finished telling us the staffing arrangements. No one seemed desperately unhappy, except me. I smiled politely & probably quite insincerely at the few people who made humourous comments about where they were going to be next year and the children they were going to have. The meeting finished. I was saved the question time about whether I would apply or not by the head who left promptly at the end of the meeting and indicated me to go with her. She then gave me the super feedback on my lesson which made me feel slightly better, for a while...
D-Day. This was the day I had been waiting for and dreading. I was being observed first lesson (maths) by the Headteacher and, added to this, by the end of the day she would have told us all where were going to be next year. Exciting for some, not for me. I was going to find out if I had a job for September or not. Although it felt like I was being observed to see if I could keep my job, it was just an unfortunate timing of events and the two were not related.
The observation could not have gone better. Although I didn't get feedback until the end of the day, she made a point of telling me she was very happy with it, so that I wasn't left wondering. She said my planning was fantastic (wow!), I had differentiated (planned for different abilities) well and loads of other really positive stuff. What was really nice, was that she said she appreciated that this was a model lesson and said, "I don't expect every lesson to be like that."
Later that day (ooh, time connective - 1 point! See what too much SATs does to you!) she told me C would be coming back and that unfortunately I would not be staying on next year. She asked if I would like to apply for a 3-day-a-week job share with C, which I said I probably wouldn't. She explained that she would have to advertise it anyway even if I did want it. I felt sick. I love my school. I don't want to go. I considered chaining myself to the railings, but was not sure that would convince them I was the right person to work with their children for the rest of the year! I just wanted to go home and cry, but there was staff meeting in 10 minutes. just a short one in which she was going to announce where everyone else was next year. "...and in class # will be C who is returning 2 days a week." Silence. I looked around and no one looked back at me. The head finished telling us the staffing arrangements. No one seemed desperately unhappy, except me. I smiled politely & probably quite insincerely at the few people who made humourous comments about where they were going to be next year and the children they were going to have. The meeting finished. I was saved the question time about whether I would apply or not by the head who left promptly at the end of the meeting and indicated me to go with her. She then gave me the super feedback on my lesson which made me feel slightly better, for a while...
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