The plot thickens.
My future in primary education in my present school seems, how shall I put it: not necessarily long term.
My worst fears were that, with my present illegal contract, I would be farewelled with no more than a wistful sigh and certainly with no ‘holiday’ money to make the cruel summer months more bearable. A tentative enquiry elicited the delightful fact that I would be getting a whole month for my vacation entitlement. Not as much as my present colleagues, but I begrudge them nothing as they were present in the school during the truly unbelievably horrific days (now the stuff of legends to frighten student teachers) of the beginning of the year in September.
As far as I can gather they were virtually reinventing education in a school that they could hardly believe had been open for some 13 years! As far as they were concerned the school was a clear slate. They had no data on any of the students and no syllabus or curriculum to follow. They had no idea what the previous years of students has been studying or what stage any of them had reached.
And they hadn’t been told the date of the end of the school year! They were actually asked to sign a contact without knowing this passingly important date!
So things got steadily worse except for those times when they were getting rapidly worse!
One breathless colleague (always with an eye on the corridor in case she was overheard) told me with a wry smile that this year was much (much!) better than last year!
The days ahead to en end of June seem long indeed. We have a day’s holiday during ‘Culture Week’ and then a long weekend some time or other and then long full weeks to the end!
I am sure that my institution will find something exciting and illogical and illegal to fill my remaining time before the end of term.
One waits with interest.
At this point I should be turning to something light and positive: well, Toni is feeling better after a touch of gastro enteritis.
Hooray!
My future in primary education in my present school seems, how shall I put it: not necessarily long term.
My worst fears were that, with my present illegal contract, I would be farewelled with no more than a wistful sigh and certainly with no ‘holiday’ money to make the cruel summer months more bearable. A tentative enquiry elicited the delightful fact that I would be getting a whole month for my vacation entitlement. Not as much as my present colleagues, but I begrudge them nothing as they were present in the school during the truly unbelievably horrific days (now the stuff of legends to frighten student teachers) of the beginning of the year in September.
As far as I can gather they were virtually reinventing education in a school that they could hardly believe had been open for some 13 years! As far as they were concerned the school was a clear slate. They had no data on any of the students and no syllabus or curriculum to follow. They had no idea what the previous years of students has been studying or what stage any of them had reached.
And they hadn’t been told the date of the end of the school year! They were actually asked to sign a contact without knowing this passingly important date!
So things got steadily worse except for those times when they were getting rapidly worse!
One breathless colleague (always with an eye on the corridor in case she was overheard) told me with a wry smile that this year was much (much!) better than last year!
The days ahead to en end of June seem long indeed. We have a day’s holiday during ‘Culture Week’ and then a long weekend some time or other and then long full weeks to the end!
I am sure that my institution will find something exciting and illogical and illegal to fill my remaining time before the end of term.
One waits with interest.
At this point I should be turning to something light and positive: well, Toni is feeling better after a touch of gastro enteritis.
Hooray!
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