I kept it off the blog, but at the end of the academic year it appeared that I had no job. The English classes I taught were parcelled in with a cross-college position, which I didn’t get called to interview for. My other position at the college was fixed term, and had come to an end.
Then the situation changed. I got a phonecall over the summer asking if I would come back to teach English as the department manager would rather have someone with experience of those types of kids than the new appointment. It also means I secured sufficient teaching hours to start my PGCE this year.
Then I got a new, permanent position within Student Services, so I am now part-time teaching, part-time pastoral care, which actually suits me down to the ground.
As an aside, all of this came after a summer which saw me accused of being an alcoholic bully who is a danger to all children everywhere. So if the stupidest teacher on Twitter somehow stumbles across my blog—I haven’t forgotten your libel, and it seems my employers don’t share your assessment of my abilities. Probably because they actually know me, whereas you’re an unstable, small-minded cretin who couldn’t stand having your condescending clap-trap exposed for what it is. But this is all by-the-by…
The dangerous substances in schools doesn’t refer to me, rather what I got sent. As the new gatekeeper of all things pastoral, a letter about drug-prevention programmes passed my desk. I don’t want to see any of the kids in my care have their lives ruined by addictive crap which starts off making them feel good, but ultimately steals all their time, money and prospects, alienating them from family and friends, and warps their minds.
So I did the responsible thing and put the letter in the bin.
If you’re a cult trying to indoctrinate young people under the guise of drug-prevention, make sure that the guy receiving your letters doesn’t already know all about you…