As I write this I am in the library waiting for my interview. The little bunnies are jumping in my stomach but they’re not too boisterous today and on the whole I feel fairly calm. Maybe this is because I’ve been to the Peace Café. If you haven’t been here, you should: it’s a lovely building on Guildhall Lane with a large meditation room containing the only statue of the Buddha that IS haven’t blown up yet and a very restful café. I had a pot of tea and wrote my diary.
I’m back now. The interview went as well as could be expected. I don’t think I screwed up on anything although my photo failed to load onto the interactive whiteboard and so I was forced to resort to stick figures; however it didn’t seem to matter. Everything else went fine except that I expressed a less than fulsome enthusiasm for Ofsted – but what do they expect? I’m only human. And I should hear tomorrow, which will be good.
After that if I’m accepted I may get work in one of several departments, so we shall see.
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 