Get Me Out Of Here - I'm a Headteacher

The Diaries of a Primary School Headteacher

De: Peter Jeffcock

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

It was the start of the second term at Hilltop Primary, as the 1990s drifted gently by. My first term as the new head teacher had been hectic and chaotic and I was now eighteen years older than I had been in September. But I had settled in well and become used to the idiosyncrasies of my staff; Ann, the secretary, who was flummoxed by anything more technologically complex than a biro; Walt, the caretaker, whose love of his urinals transcended most people’s love of life itself; and Alan Barnett, the Y6 teacher who could not only make a mountain out of a molehill, but could also get stuck half way up said mountain, breaking his beard on a perilous precipice before crashing back to the ground, injuring several bystanders on the way. Over the course of the first term I had appointed a belching cleaner, averted a crisis concerning a group of knife-wielding new-age travellers and been tempted to give out detentions to parents who had taken to fighting on the school yard. So far I had not written my resignation letter, but only, perhaps, because I hadn’t had the time! But now, all the woes of the first term were over and the New Year signalled a new start. The building of the new classroom was well under way, if by well under way we were to mean stalling at every turn and becoming an object of ridicule. Now that Christmas was over it seemed safe to assume that things should progress smoothly for the school as we headed into spring. However, that assumption failed to take into account a full blown Ofsted inspection, the most disastrous fire drill in the entire history of disastrous fire drills and all-out war between Walt and the Lord Mayor.