I look at the time on my phone. It is 3:45 am. My son is attacking the sides of his cot in attempt to break free of the wooden pad his parents are holding him in. However, a short time spent stroking his back he realises the pad is a nice place to rest for the time being. I return to bed. I must finish my newsletter, I can’t remember the theme of my assembly. I look at my phone. It’s 4.07am. I have a meeting at 11, did I print that information? I close my eyes. I check my phone. It’s 5.25 am. My son yells ‘hiya’ at the top of his voice. It’s 6am. Time to move. I need to pick bread up to make toast for my happy Friday welcome on the playground.
It’s time I wrote a new blog. It would be fair to say that it has been a while since my last update. I have learned more since taking up post in April than perhaps throughout my whole career. I have also learned how important family are. But I have particularly started to recognise the importance of time.
It has been a busy few months. Since starting in April I have inherited a multi million pound refurbishment, seen water come through roof, floor and even the wall, we have changed systems, polices, procedures and logos. We have visited aims, values and ethos. Have even had my first Ofsted as a headteacher.
I have known no job like it. Nothing could have prepared me for the intensity and demand from the start to end of the day. The decisions that need making are from low to high importance but seem to play an integral part of the job…as does reading a never ending list of emails.
I have always been passionate about my job. I always wanted to be a teacher despite not going into the profession until my late 20s. I look forward to teaching and learning. As a teacher the building of units of work that engage a class was something that I really enjoyed. The reason for headship was to build something special and truly unique. Purposeful and pertinent to our children. I am drawn to creative leaders who take risks, experiment and push boundaries. This is what gets me out of the bed in the morning. The opportunity to build something that truly makes a difference. This is the most exhilarating time I have had in my career. It is certainly a difficult job. And I love it.
I have never feared or worried about Ofsted inspections. I have had several inspections in my 11 year career. I have found them all to be positive experiences. I have never done things for Ofsted, I have always believed in keeping things simple and ensuring that I provide the very best experiences for the children I work with. This time was no different. I worked well with the team over the two days. I was honest, reflective and held nothing back. I shared what we were trying to do, what we had done but very much about where we were going. All conversations were two way, I felt listened to and valued as a professional. Something I was particularly grateful for so early into my career as a head. The outcome? Exactly the same as the conclusion we had come to as a school. Requires Improvement. However this was an inspection, feedback and report that didn’t feel like a school that required improvement. This was feedback and a report that recognised the we are an improving school. I am happy with that. In fact i like that. I want us to be an improving school. A school moving forward. A school taking risks. A different kind of school. A school pushing boundaries. An ever improving school.
However the days, weeks and months have shortened. They are as short as I have ever known. There is long list of projects that need to be started, finished and some just discussed. There is so much to do. I am so excited about the future and what we can build and create. This is an exciting time. This is our time.
It’s 7pm. I am making the hardest decision of the day. I am undertaking a high stakes game of Mr Men memory game. The challenge? For my daughter and I to complete the game before my son finds us. Mr happy and Mr Bump. It’s a miss. My daughter finds a pair. Mr Happy and Mr Messy. It’s a miss. I am running out of time. My daughter finds a pair. There is a loud ‘hiya’. He has found us. The cards are immediately targeted and hurled at us both. In the panic I grab mr silly and mr small. My daughter grabs her pairs and declares herself the winner. My son hurls himself at me and repeatedly screams ‘hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya, ‘ I grab the mr happy card. This is my time.