Open at Last

Our last day of the first week’s INSET is scheduled to start at 8.30 in the Library. I’m curious to see how many will make it on time today. I appoint Mr Z to stand at the door and block all entry to late-comers. I have some 20 staff in on time, and there are sounds of incredulity from late arrivers outside the door. 

I reward the staff present with a cool Maths Game that allows formal assessment of Number and it takes some 15 minutes to complete. I then allow Mr Z to let the late-comers in. I tell them in no uncertain terms that i purposefully wanted to waste their time as they had done so all week. I told them they had missed out on a classic fun learning tool and i wanted them to experience first-hand what time-wasting is all about. I can even detect some reddish hues on their black faces. 

After i finish the session in the Library (“Instructional Supervision and Professional Development”) i am still fuming as i head downstairs, only to find my secretary in a fluster also. She regretfully informs me that there is still no keys to the ICT "Suite" and the curriculum documentation behind it.

“Listen to me and listen to me good,” i snap. "You get that room open today by 3pm or i’m kicking the fu*@ing door down myself."

This sends her quaking to the phone to ring around yet again. I’m ashamed at myself for losing it, and Mr Z asks me to take a moment before proceeding on with the day.

By 2pm the door is finally open and i demand keys to every room in the building. Amazing what lengths one is reduced to to get things done here.