Scottish Deep Thoughts

This week we had an inspection at our school. It was a bit stressful, but they were there to evaluate the head, not the teachers. I don't think it went very well for him but we will find out on Monday.

Over the past couple of weeks I have been on a bit of a rampage at work. I have taken it upon myself to sort some things out in the school since no one else is doing a damn thing. I am becoming notorious for scathing emails villifying students and criticizing the lack of change that is long overdue. I have been using my exalted position as chair of the Health Promoting School committee as a veil to aid in my crusade. Since my reign of Terror began, I have rearranged the drab foyer with new furniture and display cases (thanks to IKEA) and put up new art display in the corridors. Plans are in place to paint murals on the corridor walls, get the school canteen to stop selling junk food and sting operations on students who litter. My reputation as a tyrant was solidified on Thursday when one of my rugby players broke his leg in practice. I feel bad about that, but he just wasn't listening to instructions...