I feel like I have had a mountain to climb with new initiatives from the head this term. With no rest over Christmas due to endless visitors, On the 3rd of January I went straight from full on host duty to solid school work. Sorting out MT plans and the first week planning usually means a mad day or two before the start of term, but last weekend I was dealing with umpteen other things that had been landed on me too. All this, coupled with a dispiriting feedback from an unannounced observation, has left me worn to a crisp. I love teaching, I really do. I am usually quite decent at it as well. Though the head's Ofsted paranoia has made me doubt every bit of lesson planning, and I am suddenly back to agonising over every lesson like a student teacher. I'm sitting here dreading opening my planning folder, because I know that I will be at this desk for another 12 or so hours sorting out lessons for next week...what great way to spend a Saturday. Hey ho.. moan over. Better get on with it.