This week in La-la land has seen our New Year 7 Parents' Evening. Hours of dressing it up and pretending it's a normal school. Exhausting. I watched the children, tremulous and excited, clutching at their parents as they met their new form tutors and explored the corridors and classrooms. Every September we are fed these innocent, eager little creatures and every June we regurgitate them as hard-eyed, diaffected tramps and thugs. It is a truly terrible machine.
I also stood in the shadows of the hall and listened to the headteacher's speech. He promised that in every lesson the children would receive 'high-quality teaching'. I wanted to step out into the light and ask whether that included the 30 or so lessons a day which are taught by non-specialists or indeed non-teachers. The cover work left for one particular Year 7 Science lesson this week was 'Complete the worksheet and do page 70'. Page 70 of what? And there were no worksheets.
My colleagues are tearful and depressed. The Senior Leadership Team cares only for results and nothing for the people charged with bringing about those results, whether they are staff or children. This is not going to end well.
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