After a couple of weeks, you might have thought I could conjure photographs of Rose Pink vestments to rival Fr Jones (qv). But alas, we are the 'Poor Man's Walsingham' (Thomas More said so) and do not possess such exoticisms.
The last few days have been consumed with an imminent Ofsted Inspection for the Parish School. At last Wednesday's Governing Body, we were relieved to hear that the proposed inspection had been deferred - thanks to an Inset Day for staff on Friday. We were assured by those who know about these things (and are paid to advise) that an inspection in the last week of term immediately after a deferral was very unlikely. How very wrong!
The inspectors arrive tomorrow morning and although it is 1030pm Sunday evening, I have just returned from school where most of the staff are fretting and ordering things in such a way as to make life easy for the inspectors. My refrain has been a constant 'bloody ridiculous' to the requirements of the new framework with only 48hours notice. I am confident in the Head and staff and that everything that is necessary has been in place for some time, but you can understand the tremendous anxiety of first-rate teachers who have spent themselves in a term's hard-work in a challenging community.
The inspectors are not coming to see a snap-shot of the school as it is - which must be the ideal inspection regime. Their appetite for forests of paper evidencing policies, tracking, development plans, risk assessments, safeguarding procedures - the list is endless - is voracious. The whole point of the new inspection framework was meant to be a much lighter touch and a less disprutive evaluation. But there is a real risk for every school of being condemned for less than perfect procedures or an inadequate community cohesion policy! No wonder volunteers are dissauded from being involved in the educational formation of children. No wonder schools have become fortresses against the very communities which they serve. No wonder good teachers would rather opt out.
The quality teaching and learning of a stimulating and appropriate curriculum and the distinctive nurturing, happy ethos of this particular Church school counts for little in the obsessive compulsive tick-box culture of contemporary education. Professionals, for whom I have the highest regard (and amongst whom I once was numbered) have for too long been functionaries of a centrally-driven, top-down prescriptive delivery structure.
But I have stamped my foot - the inspectors wish to begin 'observations' at 9am, but that is the time the school comes to Church on a Monday morning. So their observations will have to begin with the children and me in the place which gives the school its foundation in so many ways. On Tuesday they will also have to witness the Nativity play (dangerously counter-cultural) and the sheer pleasure of the end-of-Christmas-term indulgences which give (should that be gave?) primary education its distinctive delights.
Please remember S Mary's School in your prayers. They deserve better than to finish their term washed out by an intrusive, overbearing system which has little room for encouragement and celebration - all in the name of progress, allegedly.
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