Staffroom Life

That's the thing about staff rooms, and schools in general it doesn't matter where you go the topic of conversation is pretty much always the same. I'm the little village school once the mitching and boaning was over and done with all they talked about was food, what to eat, what they've eaten, how to make something, how wonderful their food is. In the Northern School, much like my London school the conversation is usually

about TV. Once these lovely lot go home, they aren't having dinner parties or going to the theatre, they have their tea and watch TV. I love it, I think I'm smack dab in the middle of both schools, I love going out, having people over but more than three people and I feel crowded. I love curling up on the sofa and watching the Gogglebox.

- Kind Regards, C xx

I'm a temporary Hampdener

Another day another phone call.  I had been doing a couple of days here and there when the acting head of an Inner Oxford school asked if I would consider doing a week in year five.  My head and heart were saying no, "you've never taught that age, they'll eat you alive, you're an early years specialist."  What came out of my mouth was, "yeah! Sure, why not?"  So began the scariest week of my career, considering how I was treated at the first LV school that is saying something.  While I can't say I enjoyed it, it wasn't as daunting as I had first thought.  On the Wednesday I got a call from the agency, a school needed a teacher in year four until the end of term. I agreed to pop over and meet the head and Senco.  I explained that I hadn't really taught key stage two (KS2) before and that I was early year trained, but that seemed to encourage them more.  The class were in need of some fun and nurturing.  Before I could talk myself out of it I said I would do it.  The following Monday I taught alongside the teachers I was replacing and so began my first real long term soirée into KS2.  It won't be my last, but that is another story...@