Interesting Times?

Well, it’s been an interesting 24 hrs.  Sadly I have to report that I didn’t get the job at LAEC: apparently lack of Ofsted experience was the reason. I have always regarded lack of Ofsted experience in the same light as lack of experience in being mugged; something I’m quite relieved to have (or not to have).  But even though the micro-teaching went very well; even though they were impressed with my teaching skills, my IT skills and all my other answers, apparently my failure to engage with Ofsted – and apparently, to praise them fulsomely – weighed heavily against me.  I think I made my mistake when I said that I’d heard a lot of teachers’ experiences of being inspected and the interviewer said, ‘All good, I hope,’ and I thought she was joking.  I honestly did – so I said ‘well, I think I should answer with a no comment.’  And then I realised she was serious!

According to my inside sources, the college are gearing up for an inspection so there’s a lot of nervousness around, meaning that they are more likely to go with a candidate who has Ofsted experience.

Ah well.  It clarified where they are and where I am, and I guess that’s valuable.  I can’t say I want to break my winning streak as far as Ofsted’s concerned…

Onwards and upwards, people!

Kirk out

As We Speak

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


There is Such a Thing as a Free Lunch!

I am writing to you from the wonderful haven that is our sun lounge. When I was a kid, my grandparents had a sun lounge and it was the best place to hang out, especially on days when the wind was cruel but the sun was kind. Today is such a day, and to be in the conservatory, as Mark calls it, is very heaven.  This morning we failed utterly to find a climate change event (maybe the climate changed and they went home) and so did the Peace Café instead. Then we mooched around the shops and found a great deli/cafe at the top of Silver Arcade, passing time until 12.30 when the main event was happening.

We only found out about this on Thursday: called the Junk Food Cafe, it takes food supermarkets would otherwise throw away, makes it into lunch and serves it for the price of a donation.  If you can’t pay you can help with the washing-up.  We has a vegetable balti and a Palestinian bake, plus we got to take away a packet of pasta. It was great! There were!loads of people and a lovely atmosphere. They plan to do it once a month, at Leicester Adult Ed College.

WeeWe will definitely go again. They had policemen dancing outside and musicians inside. Terrific!

And so home.  And that’s today. Yesterday I worked on a poetry collection.

Kirk out