Last day of term. 9.10am. Email arrives with good news saying that I am still not teaching History next year. Bad news is that I will be teaching Geography instead. Reflect on fact that I have not considered anything to do with Geography for at least 38 years and that only thing I remember is term ‘Oxbow lake’. Try and remember what an oxbow lake actually is or how it is formed but almost immediately lose interest.
Consider It fortunate that recent purchase of waterproof jacket in the Finisterre sales will undoubtably make me Best Dressed Geography Teacher In The County. Assure self that whilst bar on that accolade is set remarkably low this is Hardly My Fault.
Email from M today telling me that next year I will be teaching two lessons of History. Another email ten minutes later assures me this is not the case. Later I overhear extended conversations between colleagues attempting to finalise timetables for the new academic year. Our last day of term is the day after tomorrow. Recall leadership team meetings in Autumn in which it was categorically stated that THIS year the timetable would be completed early in order to fully prepare for September. Fully expect to hear the same conversations in Autumn this year and to be writing a minimally edited version of this at the same time in 2019. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.