Assualts

I mean serious nailing today.

With no Dr No (compassionate leave), no Boss (treatment in UK) and no Mr T. (in a local hospital with gastroenteritis)  SMT has been suspended. Another week of complete inertia and i have now a list of 16 new agenda items which will be suspended. 

I call School Founder Ato S. and arrange another meeting in a local cafe for tomorrow.  My time is being wasted and i am seriously not prepared to spend the next 18 months of my life banging my head against this brick wall. Something has gotta give - and i fear it may be me.

I hear rumours that Dr No will be at the Secondary Campus in the afternoon. I ask Ginger Warrior whose office faces the car park to contact me directly as soon as he parks his car and find a way of stalling him till i can return to the Secondary campus.

I then zoom back to my compound to intercept Ms Christian, our renegade ICT teacher for her non-supervision during her Computer Club class who were watching porn during a her regular unscheduled tea breaks. 

I invite Mr Z (Head of KS2 and her direct line manager) to attend. I want him there for several reasons - witness, lesson in supervisional bollocking (he's a lovely guy but his supervision of his staff is extremely weak and he is unable to confront his staff on virtually any misdemeanour, and hasn't even managed to check a planning folder since the start of the school year), and not least to keep me in check for i am still seething. I speak very calmly to her. I inform her of the complaint i received last Friday, and used Monday to interview students. I tell her that it was the most horrendous meeting i had ever endured as a Head Teacher. She is silent as she listens. Amazingly and unexpectedly, she apologises. Ethiopians never apologise so i know the severity of her misdemeanours has sunk in. 

I order her to contact the girls parents to schedule a meeting before the end of the week to explain her lack of supervision and apologise and order Mr Z to follow the matter up and sit in on the meeting. 

2.20pm and Ginger Warrior calls through on my mobile. Dr No has arrived on site but he is not staying long. I ask GW to let down his tyres if necessary but on no account let him leave unti i have arrived.  I get Mr Z and Ms Jill to take the staff meeting themselves. Fortunately it is the first week since September 1st where i am not leading INSET for i  procured a UK visitor who runs Special Needs for the county of Cornwall.  

Ginger Warrior is clearly up for some action and we burst through into his office without even knocking. It's been reported that he spends much of his day playing Patience on his computer and we hope to catch him at it. Unfortunately, he is not (although it's interesting just seeing him trying to type a letter on the keyboard. Maybe the problem lies in that he is illiterate? This is no Good Cop / Bad Cop double act - this is a complete blitz. I address my 16 listed agenda items demanding answers, time-lines and clarification and then GW continues the assault. For the first time we witness him shitting himself as he panics and picks up the phone to try and call Boss, Ato S and then Boss again - all to no avail. It's a bloody picture believe me.

We savage him solidly for forty minutes as he scribbles it all down on 3 sides of A4, and we're out as fast as we arrived.

I got almost no work done today. But feel so much better.