Friday 8th June
So I spent the better part of one week spazzing about the inspection. Across the two days they were here, Her Majesty's Inspector saw me teaching for all of 15 seconds. Stress, greasyness, wicked lack of sleep... for 15 seconds. When they did stick their head in it was just as a Year 7 asked "Miss, are you mental?" To which I replied "Some of the time yes, but not all of the time." Result.
I suppose it's better than being observed for an hour then being told you're inadequate, but I feel there was a lot of fuss for nowt. So I will be spending this weekend recuperating I think.
I should try and make some headway at sorting myself out physically. I seem to be permanently dehydrated and lurch from zero or little food 7.30am-5pm to big plate of whatever as soon as I get home from school, which leads to me going into a food coma and me being unable to do whatever work I need to do. Not right.
Alas, to fix myself I need to have a job where I get to have more than 10 minutes break and hot food delivered to my staffroom door. I also need Dean Winchester to take me for a long, hard ride in the Impala. Chances of improved health or Dean-o making me happy in a cheap motel? SLIM.
