• Don’t worry, Ofsted has got your back!

    No Surprises, Really?

    This week, TES ran with Ofsted’s latest claim that their new inspection model will mean schools face “no surprises.”

    “No surprises.”
    From Ofsted.

    That’s like Greggs announcing a fine-dining restaurant — technically true, but it still feels like a practical joke.
    (Although, to be fair, there is one in Newcastle — the Greggs Champagne Bar. You can now sip bubbly while eating a sausage roll. Britain really is a land of contrast.)

    But back to Ofsted — who seem to think that turning up unannounced, with clipboards and cryptic smiles, counts as a collaborative process.

    Schools are told inspections should be “transparent” and “supportive.” Yet staff are still scrubbing display boards at 10pm, colour-coding seating plans, and printing off policies that were last read when Michael Gove had job security.

    The “no surprises” line isn’t comfort — it’s PR.
    And the only real surprise is that they think anyone’s still buying it.


    SENDCOs: Running the Marathon While Carrying a Sofa

    Meanwhile, in the real world, our SENDCO — a man with the patience of a saint and the inbox of a call centre — is doing everything short of splitting atoms to keep the system afloat.

    He’s juggling EHCPs, liaising with outside agencies, supporting staff, and holding the emotional weight of parents (like me) who are exhausted by the system.
    His last review meeting with us was six months ago — and it took that long just to get it implemented. Not because of him, not because of the school, but because our local authority is overwhelmed and under-resourced.

    We only saw movement after six months of chasing, nudging, and, let’s be honest, pestering until something finally shifted.

    And this is the point, isn’t it? SENDCOs aren’t failing — they’re drowning. They’re expected to deliver miracles in a system that’s running on fumes. The talk of “investment in SEND” feels like a cruel joke when the only thing growing is the paperwork pile.


    MATs and the Myth of Efficiency

    In my previous post, “Where’s All the Money Gone, Again?”, I talked about the financial black hole that is the modern Multi-Academy Trust.
    Since then, nothing’s changed — except maybe the size of the CEO’s pay packet.

    We’ve got trusts tightening school budgets while splashing out on new “executive leadership tiers,” “strategic consultants,” and “innovation leads.”
    Headteachers are told to “do more with less,” which roughly translates to: “You’re on your own, but please be outstanding while you’re at it.”

    There’s a grotesque irony to it all. You’ve got classroom staff scrabbling for glue sticks while an “executive associate director of transformation” is signing off a £250,000 salary and a LinkedIn post about “visionary leadership.”

    At this point, MATs don’t resemble communities of schools — they look like start-ups with a safeguarding policy.


    SEND Reform: A Year of Waiting for Nothing

    And then there’s the SEND white paper.
    Remember that? The grand promise to reform the entire system?

    It’s now delayed until 2026, which will mark a full year since it was first announced.
    A year of waiting, while teachers, parents, and children sit in limbo.

    As both a teacher and the father of an autistic little girl, it’s maddening.
    Every delay means another year of families fighting through bureaucracy, another year of schools trying to make do without funding, another year of children falling through the gaps while ministers rehearse phrases like “transformational reform” in front of a mirror.

    It’s not reform anymore — it’s a slow-motion shrug.


    The Weight of It All

    So, in summary:
    Ofsted insists there’ll be “no surprises.”
    MATs keep stacking management like Jenga.
    SENDCOs are being asked to do the impossible.
    And the long-awaited reform? Still pending.

    It’s all cloak, shadow, and delay — a masterclass in how to appear busy while standing perfectly still.

    And yet, despite it all, schools keep going. Teachers keep showing up. SENDCOs keep juggling. Parents keep pushing.

    We keep doing the work, even when the people above us are too busy sipping metaphorical champagne to notice the cracks.


    Because that’s the state of British education in 2025:
    Some of us are serving sausage rolls and surviving on caffeine —
    while others, apparently, are dining on bubbles at Greggs.

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  • Where has all the money gone, again?

    Really slowly… then all at once!

    Every few months something happens that makes you think. Something that opens your eyes to something you perhaps knew was there but didn’t really pay attention to. Perhaps there was a little wet patch above the lounge “It’ll be alright, we’re coming up to winter, perhaps its just condensation”. Maybe there is a slow puncture on your tyre, you keep filling your tyres with air and you know you’ve got to change it eventually “I’ll get it sorted next week.”.

    Then comes a report that opens your eyes and you realise the problem is far worse than you thought. That wet patch above the lounge is in fact a leaky pipe and the first floor has flooded without you knowing. That slow puncture is in fact something wrong with the suspension and you need to get some serious work done on your car.
    The NASUWT’s Where Has All the Money Gone? is one of those.

    A report that confirms what we already feel every single day: schools are struggling, not because teachers don’t care or try hard enough, but because money is being swallowed up by a system that’s become more about management, middlemen, and marketing than about children and learning.

    The report highlights billions being drained from frontline education — and as someone living both in education and alongside it as a parent of a child with additional needs, I can tell you firsthand: it shows.


    The Reality Behind SEND Spending

    The report’s section on SEND hit me hardest. It says private providers are charging as much as £61,500 per child per year — that’s nearly triple what state provision costs.
    On paper, you’d expect that kind of money to mean gold-standard support, specialist help, and truly tailored provision.
    In reality, it often doesn’t.

    As a parent trying to get help for my autistic daughter, I’ve seen how exhausting and confusing the system is.
    You’d think that once you have a diagnosis, the help would slot into place — support in school, professionals who understand, adaptive teaching, and genuine conversations about how she can thrive, not just survive.
    But it’s not like that at all. It’s forms, assessments, waiting lists, emails to nobody, and more forms. You end up fighting the system that’s supposed to be fighting for your child.

    So when I read that billions are being spent on SEND services and support contracts, I have to ask — where’s the impact? Where’s the human bit?
    Because for all the talk of inclusion and “quality first teaching,” what I see is overstretched teachers doing their absolute best without the resources or training they need, and children slipping through the cracks while money slips out of the system.


    The Business of Education

    Education is no longer a sector — it’s an industry.
    We’ve got Multi-Academy Trusts (MATs), private consultants, management firms, data contractors, HR services, outsourced payroll, behaviour intervention teams, agency teachers, and “school improvement” companies — all making tidy sums from public money that used to go directly into schools.

    There’s a whole ecosystem built around education, and everyone’s feeding from it except the people actually in the classroom.
    It’s fragmented, messy, and full of duplication. One MAT might be paying one company for “strategic leadership training,” while another pays for the same thing rebranded with a new logo.
    Meanwhile, actual teachers are told to reuse exercise books and print double-sided to save paper.

    When did education stop being about the children and start being about the contracts?


    The Cost of Keeping the Lights On

    Then there’s the issue of cover.
    Schools are now spending millions just to have a body in the room. Not necessarily a qualified teacher — just someone to keep the peace, supervise a worksheet, and make sure nobody throws a chair.

    The NASUWT report says schools spent around £1.2 billion on supply teachers last year, with £300 million going straight to agencies.
    That’s £300 million that could have been used for proper teacher recruitment, training, or retention — you know, the things that actually stop people from leaving in the first place.

    We’ve reached a point where we’re paying to prop up the symptoms of a broken system rather than fixing the causes of it.


    Too Many Chiefs, Not Enough Teachers

    Some MATs now have four layers of management above the headteacher.
    Four.
    You’ve got the CEO, the deputy CEO, the regional director, the executive principal, the cluster lead, the area improvement strategist (whatever that means), and then, finally, the person who actually runs the school.

    Some of these executives are earning over £250,000 a year. A few, apparently, are on more than £500,000.
    Let that sink in.
    The Prime Minister earns around £170,000.
    So yes — we now live in a country where the leader of a group of schools can earn significantly more than the leader of the country.

    And I’m sure they’ll say it’s because of the “scale of responsibility” or the “complexity of leadership.” But if the system they’re leading is underfunded, short-staffed, and leaking money, how complex can it be?

    It feels less like a network of schools and more like a corporate pyramid scheme with a safeguarding policy.


    Sometimes I wonder what would happen if we stopped paying for extra layers of management and instead paid for time. Time for teachers to plan properly, to talk to students, to actually collaborate. Time for SEND teams to work with parents, not just around them.

    The money’s there — it’s just being vacuumed upwards instead of poured where it matters.

    And honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if the next report revealed that a MAT CEO is earning loyalty points on the government’s moral credit card.

    Because when a system meant to nurture children becomes one that rewards profit and PowerPoint slides, it’s clear that the crisis isn’t in teaching — it’s in leadership.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to email my local authority again about my daughter’s support plan.
    I expect a reply around 2043.

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  • The ‘Everything’ Crisis

    “It’s Not a SEND Crisis – It’s an Everything Crisis”

    At this point, I think we can all agree that “crisis” has lost its meaning in education.
    We’ve had funding crises, recruitment crises, behaviour crises, and now, the big one — the SEND crisis.

    Except it’s not really a SEND crisis, is it?
    It’s an everything crisis.

    It’s what happens when years of underfunding, over-promising, and “doing more with less” finally meet in one overcrowded classroom, where you’re trying to deliver “quality first teaching” to thirty-two students with five different seating plans and a dodgy projector.


    The SEND Situation: Quality First, But First We Need Quality Conditions

    We’re expected to deliver adaptive teaching for every learner — to tailor, tweak, and transform lessons so that every child can access the curriculum.
    That’s fine. That’s good teaching. But let’s be honest — it’s getting harder to do it properly.

    We talk a lot about “quality first teaching,” but right now most of us are firefighting.
    We’ve got larger class sizes than ever, dwindling support, and the growing need to cut costs on cover — which means more non-specialists parachuted into classrooms and less consistency for students who desperately need it.

    Teachers want to help every child succeed. We genuinely do. But the system is working against us. We’re told that if we just try harder, or use the right buzzword in a lesson plan, everything will be fine.
    Spoiler: it isn’t fine.
    We’re doing our best, but the truth is, the foundations are cracked, and the cracks are widening.


    Ofsted’s New Framework: A Riddle Wrapped in Acronyms

    And then there’s Ofsted.
    Because when you’re already juggling chainsaws blindfolded, what you really need is a new framework.

    This one, apparently, focuses on “curriculum quality,” “behaviour and attitudes,” and “personal development.”
    It sounds noble. It always does. Until you read the fine print and realise that it’s basically the same expectations, repackaged with a different set of PowerPoint slides.

    We’re told accountability is good — and yes, it is. But this version of accountability feels like being told to fit a one-size-fits-all hat that’s clearly three sizes too small.
    Schools are unique. Communities are different.
    Yet, we’re all being measured by the same ruler, regardless of context.

    And the new buzzword is “coherence.” Everything must be “coherent.”
    Because nothing says “improving teacher wellbeing” like staying up until 10pm trying to make your curriculum map look coherent enough to avoid a week of heart palpitations when the phone rings with “the call.”


    Teacher Retention: We Don’t Want Champagne, We Want Time

    And then there’s the retention crisis.
    Apparently, teachers are leaving in droves because they’re underpaid.
    Sure — that’s part of it. But it’s not the full story.

    You can throw all the recruitment bonuses in the world at the problem, but it won’t fix what’s really wrong.
    Teachers don’t want champagne and bonuses.
    We want time.
    We want to do our jobs properly without drowning in admin.
    We want to feel trusted to teach instead of being inspected into the ground.

    It’s not about the pay rise (though, let’s not kid ourselves — it wouldn’t hurt).
    It’s about being treated as professionals instead of performance data.


    Where That Leaves Us

    So here we are.
    In classrooms that are fuller, budgets that are tighter, and expectations that are somehow higher.
    We’re tired, but we still care — and that’s the part that hurts the most.

    Teachers aren’t leaving because they’ve stopped loving teaching.
    They’re leaving because it’s becoming impossible to do it well in the system we’ve been handed.

    Maybe one day, we’ll get a version of education that works for everyone — staff, students, and the system itself.
    Until then, we’ll keep doing what teachers always do:
    Making something out of nothing, laughing at the chaos, and surviving on caffeine, camaraderie, and the faint hope that someone, somewhere, might finally start listening.

    Feel free to comment and let us know how you’re getting on at school – is there a crisis?

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  • Swinging Nowhere: A Teacher’s Guide to Surviving September

    Somewhere between exhaustion and end-of-year formality… we find our why.

    I’m struggling to get back into the swing of things. Here I am in my 10th year of teaching and I STILL feel like I’m wading through treacle in September. Surely by now it should all feel seamless—like breathing, or making tea, or muttering “why is the photocopier broken again?” under my breath. But no. Every year, it feels like I’m starting a brand-new job in a foreign country where the main language is meetings.

    Is it because I’m unhappy and can’t find my flow? Or is it simply that September is designed to break us? A mix of new timetables, new classes, new initiatives, and the annual game of “guess which corridor the Year 7s will block today.”

    We’re now thick into half term one: the GCSE analysis meeting is done, the paperwork is (mostly) complete, open evening has been survived (smiles plastered on, pretending you don’t mind answering “so what grade will my child get?” 15 times in a row), and I’ve finally recovered from Illness No. 1 of the academic year. Always a classic. Always unavoidable.

    The guilt, though. Oh, the guilt. Day one off sick and I was already running through worst-case scenarios: my entire department collapsing, Ofsted arriving, the caretaker having to step in and take Year 9. I always promise myself I won’t beat myself up about being ill—but there I was again, wrapped in a duvet, logging onto Microsoft Office like some feverish martyr.

    And still, I can’t quite get back into the swing of things. Do we ever? Or is teaching just one long cycle of September chaos → Christmas exhaustion → March delirium → July triumph → Six weeks off → September chaos, repeat forever?

    But here’s the thing: maybe that’s okay. Maybe we’re not supposed to have it all nailed down by week three. Maybe the “swing of things” isn’t about routines and paperwork and getting every lesson perfect—it’s about the small wins. That one student who actually remembered their book. That class who sang slightly in tune. That Friday morning coffee that tasted like salvation.

    So if you’re reading this and still feel like you’re stumbling rather than sprinting, you’re not alone. Most of us are. The important thing is that you’re here, showing up, doing the job—even if you don’t feel like you’ve mastered it yet.

    And trust me, the swing will come back. It always does. By July we’ll all be knocking sixes for fun, running on pure caffeine and adrenaline, and wondering why we ever doubted ourselves.

    Until then: breathe, laugh when you can, and remember—you’re doing better than you think.

    Even if the photocopier isn’t.

  • Range, Ofsted, and Why Federer Would Have Failed Year 9 Geography

    I’ve been reading Range by David Epstein. It’s about how some of the world’s greatest talents didn’t specialise early, but instead dabbled about before eventually finding their thing.

    Take Tiger Woods: golf club in hand practically from birth, the poster child of early specialisation. And then Roger Federer: the lad who tried everything – football, skiing, basketball, badminton, probably competitive hopscotch – before he finally picked up a tennis racket properly in his teens. And guess what? He still ended up being Roger fucking Federer.

    And then there’s the Ospedale della Pietà in Venice. Back in Renaissance Italy, this was an orphanage for abandoned girls – but it wasn’t just a home. It became one of Europe’s most prestigious music schools. The girls trained under masters like Antonio Vivaldi, and here’s the key bit: they didn’t just play one instrument. They were trained on multiple instruments, often to a ridiculously high standard. A girl might be singing one week, leading the violin section the next, and filling in on the oboe the week after. Specialism? Forget it. Their brilliance came from being versatile, flexible, and able to turn their hands (and lips, and bows) to whatever was needed.

    The result? Their concerts became legendary. Audiences of aristocrats and tourists queued up to hear them, not just because the music was beautiful, but because these were orphans, abandoned by society, who had been trained into some of the finest musicians in Europe. A dabbling triumph if ever there was one. Meanwhile, back in my classroom, I’m just trying to get Year 9 to all play in the same key at the same time without turning “Three Little Birds” into a death metal anthem.

    Epstein’s point is this: dabbling is good. It’s not a weakness, it’s the making of people. Greatness can come from the kid who doesn’t fit the neat “one path from day one” model. Sometimes the late bloomers and the wide experimenters end up overtaking the prodigies.

    Which brings me to Ofsted and their favourite phrase: the “broad and balanced curriculum.” You know, that line that inspectors drop into reports like confetti. Broad and balanced. Lovely words. Sounds like the name of an upmarket café that sells overpriced sourdough.

    But here’s the question: has anything actually changed? We’re told the curriculum is “at the heart of everything.” But in reality, most of us are still wrestling with exam specs, cramming in enrichment, dodging the latest acronym, and making sure Kyle hasn’t set fire to the glue sticks again.

    Broad and balanced, in practice, often means: “Make sure your PowerPoint has intent, implementation, impact plastered across it and you’ll be fine.” As if a child discovering their hidden talent in, say, ceramics, is just a by-product of an inspection framework rather than, you know, the actual point.

    If Federer had been through the English system, he’d have been forced into “tennis interventions” from Year 7, tracked as “working towards” on SIMS, and probably had his parents called in because he kept bunking off rounders. Tiger Woods would have had an EHCP for “exceptional golf needs” by the age of five. And the Ospedale della Pietà? Shut down immediately for non-compliance with health and safety, lack of differentiated worksheets, and an insufficiently detailed SEF.

    The truth is, kids need range. They need the freedom to dabble, to fail, to try a clarinet one week and handball the next. To muck about a bit, and through that, stumble on the thing that might just change their life. That is what “broad and balanced” should mean. Not three bullet points on a PowerPoint slide, but giving kids a shot at finding their Federer moment.

    So maybe Epstein’s right. Maybe dabbling isn’t dangerous – maybe it’s essential. And maybe, just maybe, next time an inspector comes into my classroom, I’ll explain that. Right after I’ve confiscated a drumstick from Kyle and stopped Year 8 playing the Jet 2 holidays song for the fiftieth time this week.

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  • When was summer, again?

    Find your why!

    We’re nearly at the end of week three, and the warning signs are all there: it’s getting darker, the leaves are turning, and summer feels like it happened about 14 years ago. We’ve officially entered that time of year at school. The one where you leave the house in the dark, get home in the dark, and start wondering if daylight was just a cruel myth you once believed in.

    As a music teacher, the early weeks of term give me the briefest of honeymoons: no clubs, no productions, no endless after-school rehearsals. Bliss. But reality has caught up with me now, and I’m back to living in the music block every evening, pretending I’m fine with it.

    That said—tonight reminded me why I do it. Rehearsals were brilliant. Full cast in, everyone up for singing, laughing, getting stuck in. Honestly, if I were a proper teacher, I’d have either resigned or been politely escorted off the premises years ago. I couldn’t cope with the steady diet of worksheets, Shakespeare quotes, or solving quadratic equations for the thousandth time. I need chaos. I need noise. I need kids belting out Christmas songs in September while I wonder if it’s too early to start drinking mulled wine in the cupboard.

    But here’s the point: teaching’s tough. We all know that. And at this stage of the term it’s very easy to start questioning your life choices. (Some of you are already browsing Rightmove and Googling “How to become a postman.”) So here’s my advice: find your thing.

    Find that reason that stops you screaming into your pillow and shouting “sod it, I’m out.” It could be that Friday morning class who actually like your subject. It could be that one kid who finally opened up to you about something important. It could be just five minutes in a day where you actually laugh, properly laugh, at school.

    For me, tonight was my thing. I was shattered, I couldn’t be arsed, and I was secretly hoping the kids would forget about the first rehearsal. They didn’t. They all showed up! But then we sang, we laughed, I made a fool of myself (again), and I left school buzzing.

    So that’s all really. Breathe. Find your thing. Find your “why.” Use it as your compass to navigate through all the other nonsense—the emails, the meetings, the data drops, the “can I borrow a glue stick” requests. We’ll get through this. I promise.

    Even if we do it in the dark.

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  • Now we are back, how do you feel?

    Week Two Wobbles

    We’re only in the second week of term and already the cracks are starting to show. Staff and students alike are trying their best not to slip back into old habits… but it’s happening. The shiny new stationery is already missing a lid, planners are mysteriously “lost,” and the energy we all bounced in with on Day One has been quietly replaced by tired sighs and the constant reach for the staffroom kettle.

    It’s around this time of year that teachers start questioning their life choices. Some are scrolling through job adverts during their PPA time, wondering if a move to another school would solve all their problems. Others are Googling “how to retrain as a yoga instructor in Bali” or “can I survive on an Etsy shop selling handmade coasters?” I’ve even heard of colleagues casually checking house prices in the Outer Hebrides.

    And then, of course, there’s the mountain of GCSE analysis documents we’re all expected to produce. Whole tomes of data, charts, and reflections that wouldn’t look out of place in the British Library archives. Yes, I know we’re reflective practitioners, but writing War and Peace on a cohort that’s already left (and if I’m being completely honest, whose names I’ve already half-forgotten) feels a touch excessive. Meanwhile, the students I’m actually teaching this year are sat waiting for me to get on with the job in front of me.

    The truth is, September hits like a brick wall every year. Week One feels manageable—almost exciting, if you squint hard enough. By Week Two, reality bites. Behaviour standards are already wobbling, the marking pile is multiplying like rabbits, and you’ve been “volunteered” for a committee you didn’t even know existed. Meanwhile, Year 11 are reminding you daily that mocks are soon (a word which, in their world, means “tomorrow”).

    And let’s be honest, it’s not just the students who slip into old patterns. I swore blind that this year I’d stay on top of marking, eat something other than biscuits for lunch, and leave school before 6pm at least once a week. Two weeks in, I’ve already failed on all three counts. Biscuits: 1. Teacher resolve: 0.

    But here’s the thing: it’s normal. The early enthusiasm always fades a little, and that’s OK. We’re human. The trick is to keep plodding on, keep laughing at the madness, and remember that October half term is closer than it feels.

    So, if you’re sat there wondering if you’ve made a terrible mistake by coming back, just know you’re not alone. Every teacher has their “what if I just ran away and opened a beach bar?” moment. And hey—maybe one day we’ll all meet there. Until then, pass me the biscuits.

  • The Return Beckons…

    Are you ready?

    GCSE results have landed, and across the country thousands of students are celebrating, commiserating, or somewhere in between. Funnily enough, plenty of teachers are doing the same thing.

    I’m happy with my results this year, which makes the looming INSET day a little less stressful. You know the one: SLT pouring over headline figures, subject by subject, in front of the entire staffroom. Some colleagues shift uncomfortably in their seats, others sit quietly relieved that—for now—they’re off the hook.

    And here we are, the last week of summer. Six weeks vanished in a blink and now September looms large. Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUN.

    It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe. Other professions must get it, but surely not on the same scale. You look forward to the routine, but dread the workload. You feel like you’ve forgotten how to teach, as though you’re a brand-new NQT walking in on day one again. Ten Septembers in, and I still can’t manage a stoic return. It’s the ultimate Sunday night feeling—just stretched across an entire week.

    Of course, once we’re back it takes approximately 9.3 minutes (I’ve scientifically tested this) before the summer is completely erased and the school mindset takes over. The sheer pace of the day smacks you in the face from minute one.

    Then the kids arrive. On the most punctual day of the year, no less. Parents are clearly keen to get them out of the house after six long weeks together (if only they were that enthusiastic all year round…). The corridors fill quickly with nervous faces, shiny new uniforms, pristine stationery, and brand-new bags. Everyone—students and staff alike—is determined: this year will be different. This will be the year of organisation, no bad habits, no missed deadlines.

    It feels a bit like New Year’s Eve: full of resolutions and good intentions. But like most resolutions, how long do they last? Studies suggest most are gone by the end of January, which in school terms probably translates to October half term. Personally, I tend to notice behaviour sliding after about 4–5 weeks as tiredness creeps in and standards slip a little.

    At my school, serving a large number of disadvantaged young people, the summer has often been tough for them—little structure, little stability. They return on edge, needing time to settle back into routine. Our pastoral staff, absolute unsung heroes, work overtime to get them regulated so that we can actually teach.

    It’s a unique, slightly surreal time of year for secondary teachers. A mix of dread, excitement, and “what on earth am I doing here again?”

    So, breathe. Prepare as best you can. Accept that you won’t have it all figured out straight away, and that’s perfectly fine. And above all—remember: they’re more afraid of you than you are of them.

    And if all else fails, just remember: there are only about 190 teaching days until summer… but who’s counting?

  • Who am I?

    Who am I? And, what’s the point?

    Hi there! I’m Dan, a 36-year-old secondary school music teacher from the north of England. I work in a school located in a very deprived area, and I’ve been here for almost 10 years. In that time, I’ve worn a few hats: Head of Year for about 6 years, and now, Head of Faculty. It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

    These days, I’m involved in all sorts of exciting stuff with the senior leadership team and my teaching crew. As Head of Faculty, you’re juggling everything from the day-to-day grind to the occasional battle with obstacles like funding, behavior, extra workload, and—let’s face it—staff wellbeing. Sometimes it all works out, sometimes… not so much!

    Now, let’s talk about the personal side of things. I’m a proud dad to two amazing little humans: a 6-year-old girl and a 4-year-old boy. My eldest has autism and attends a mainstream primary school. She faces her own challenges but is incredibly happy, energetic, and she somehow manages to put a smile on my face every single day.

    Oh, and I’m married to an art teacher—also at the same school (yes, we’re that couple). We actually met there, so it’s not as tragic as it sounds. Honestly, we love working together.

    Right now, I’m at a bit of a crossroads in life. I’m taking stock and asking myself, “What do I want to do, and why am I doing it?” Funny story, I sort of fell into teaching. Before this, I was trying to make it as a DJ, living the low life in Ibiza for a few years. But eventually, I returned home with my tail between my legs and I needed a “real” job, so I trained to be a teacher—despite being told I couldn’t because of my lack of formal training. Against the odds, I landed this gig, and here I am, almost 10 years later.

    I’ve loved every moment of it, but lately, I’ve been feeling a bit disconnected. Is it the school, or is it education as a whole that I’m falling out with? Don’t get me wrong, the kids are great, but it’s the barriers—funding issues, workload, behaviour, etc.—that seem to always get in the way of doing what we love: teaching!

    So, why am I here? I’m here to share my life as a teacher, talk to others in the profession, and advocate for change—especially in SEND education.

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