I’m with them on most of this. I’ve had quite enough of 80-hour weeks, sacks of pointless paperwork, banshee imperatives, baseline tests for the recently born, and the measuring of mites to the last syllabus of recorded time. It’s not the teaching that does you in, it’s the white noise chorus that attend it, those pettifogging snapshot clots with their clipboards. They did for me in the end.
It took them one short hour’s assessment after 35 years of teaching. I suddenly couldn’t meet or even comprehend their targets. I even believed in them. I felt useless. I was meant to. I wanted to throw the inspector out of the window, but it wouldn’t have looked good on the CV – or the local news.
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