School rules
Tuesday, April 6th, 2010
This made me laugh. A school consultant went into a school and asked the staff to list the schools rules. Not one of them could. This was partly because there were nearly 40 of them. It was also because everyone knows that there are two types of school rules. The ones written down in the school handbook. And the ones you personally make up for your classroom (and own personal survival).
For instance:
- All girls called Amber are brats; do not ever give them homework extensions, because they’ll take advantage and you’ll have to fail them. And then their mothers will come in and tell you you know nothing about teaching. (This has happened a total of three times now).
- Also be wary of Vickis, Dillons, Leons and Louises….
- Opening all the windows in the middle of winter is the only way to get the attention of the tramps girls who sit at the back of the class, ignoring you and painting their nails.
- Trying to discuss football with your class will only make you look stupid. Colin Firth might have managed it in Fever Pitch. But he’s not real.
- If you have spent a lot of time putting together a great whiteboard presentation, it will break and die at the crucial moment. Always have paper back ups. Always.

We have been on Every Child Matters overdrive here recently; more initiatives, projects and meetings than they have in Westminster. And that’s all they do in Westminster. Endless chatter.
At a desperate loss for inspiration this morning, (last night there might have been some marking, some reports, some crashing of a certain not to be named laptop, and a small instance of temper losing). So I am defaulting to the genius of someone else who feels as passionately confused, frustrated and excited by education as me….and interrogating the hell out of them. Sort of.



Have been pondering the whole Gordon Brown Bullygate scenario; and am marvelling at how these various Downing Street employees are behaving. They wouldn’t survive ten minutes in one of my classrooms.
I had a nightmare last night; a group of parents were petitioning to run one of the schools in our borough. Actually, it wasn’t a nightmare so much as a staff meeting I dosed off in. Supposedly – if the Tories get in - parents can bid to take over underperforning schools. This has really put the wind up some of my colleagues, especially the head, who is now concerned that everyone will discover the deep levels of her gross incomptence.
I attempted to enter civilisation last week. I joined Facebook with a private account. It’s taken six days and already ten of my pupils have tried to befriend me.