More Repressed Memories of a Primary School Headteacher

The Diaries of a Primary School Headteacher

De: Peter Jeffcock

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Summer was approaching at Hilltop Primary as I entered my third term as the new head teacher. In just a few months’ time, an entire school year would have gone by and I still expected that someday soon, everyone would realise that I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. The summer term in a primary school is one that contains a whole set of unusual activities, although my experience was rapidly beginning to suggest that every day fits this description far too well. However, the summer term involves SATs tests, Sports Day, School Trips, A Summer Gala and end of term parties. And every one of those events has not only potential, but a startling propensity, to go horribly wrong, simply because large numbers of children are involved. Alan’s efforts at manning the microphone on Sports Day should have been good enough to keep him out of trouble. But on discovering he knew very few of the children’s names and had resorted to describing them by their physical attributes, things went downhill. No parent can be overjoyed to hear their offspring publicly referred to as ‘fat boy’ or ‘child with big ears’. I learned many things this term, amongst which were the following: brawling parents wearing high heels should not indulge in said brawling in a bouncy castle; the rudder of an Airbus will work mechanically without requiring the plane to be switched on and this is not good for the maintenance man on his ladder at the rear of the aircraft; a cheese sandwich may be susceptible to going off but it cannot be considered to constitute a bomb and the school should not be evacuated on account of it. If that all seems a little cryptic, it will get worse when you start to read...