Apologies. I couldn’t sleep in the early hours of this morning so I came here. The reason for my insomnia was an idiot who many years ago became my head of science. I don’t know why at this particular moment in time, twenty years later, but his pratishness kept going around in my head and kept me awake. He had just become our new HOD from outside the school, and was admittedly on a hiding to nothing, because he was replacing our much loved and respected previous HOD who had very sadly died in harness. (Indeed, IMO the job killed him.) However, this new guy had no idea how to make things easier for himself or indeed maybe wasn’t even bothered. The first effect from him was even before he arrived. Our science technicians were having trouble getting our lesson practicals ready on time. Although he was still half a term away from arriving, he had directed our technicians to undertake an inventory of all our lesson and practical resources for his benefit. This severely ate into their time. Whether or not he knew the problems he was causing, I don’t know, but it was most certainly a portent of things to come. Our teaching philosophy was exceedingly experiential along the lines of the then Nuffield science ethos and our technicians were an important part of that with so much lab and classroom equipment to look after and put out. But the big crunch came when he finally arrived. Within a few weeks we observed our technicians bundling up all our work schemes, class instructions, work sheets and such, that we had spent many years writing and building up, modifying, and carefully looking after, --- and then dumping them in the bin. No discussion with us – just out! This was a life time’s work which the department knew back to front and exactly how to use. No need to read up on every lesson prior to delivery. They were our schemes, we owned them, they fitted our resources and equipment and we knew how they worked and how the students would cope with them. We could concentrate on all sorts of other things rather than working the lessons themselves from scratch every day! (My blood is boiling more and more as I write this!) Then he presented us with a pile of worksheets from a bought in commercial scheme, which we had to assimilate, understand and adapt our teaching, equipment and resources to in the otherwise normally hectic middle of term. Never mind about death by worksheet for the kids, it was death by worksheets for us as well! And in any case, it was a poor scheme (I’m not just saying that because we were all angry at the time. It genuinely was ****.) I don’t know how intentional all this was or not, whether the guy was an idiot or a plotter, but whatever, he pretty much destroyed the department that I knew. What I resented most was that he had pulled the rug out from under our feet putting him on an equal or higher standing of competence, by destroying ours. None of us knew what we were doing so he had an easier route to controlling us. --- Bar steward! --- Within two years the majority of the department including me, had left. We all know how difficult it is to deal with the usual constant drip drip of change that is today's education business, so I hope you can see how this extra game playing broke us. There have been three people in my work life who I would happily spit on if I met them, and this guy is one of them. Have a nice day!