Inspector

Today an inspector is coming to ask me questions. She wants to know what I have been doing to raise the SATs levels of the children. She is a bit of a fearsome figure at the school, and I have had an anxious feeling about it all week. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I haven't been working hard enough? What if I can't answer one of her questions? The ridiculous thing is that this whole enterprise will cost the school £160 for a supply teacher, so myself and my colleague can file through and be intimidated one by one.

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I also did some eco nazi stuff at school in the staff meeting yesterday. I suggested that all the product we buy should be fairly traded or recycled when possible. To my suprise and delight everyone said Yes, Yes, Yes.

Assembly is finished. My children are coming in. I spilt coffee on someone's reading diary. I have forgotten to photocopy the mental maths questions for today. Whoops. Oh well, I'll wing it.