Thoughts

[paulbode]

I have spent the last 2 days in Peterborough. A kind friend, Nigel Fotheringham put me up for the night so that I could attend two interviews. One on the Thursday at Parnwell, the other on the Friday at Nene Valley and it was my usual inner panic through the interview procedure. I had a great observational lesson planned at Nene Valley and the lesson for Parnwell was a phonics lesson. So come Thursday afternoon I went to the school, did an ok lesson, good interview and strong answers from the questions from the school council. I thought from the latter two I had secured the job as my colleagues were only NQT’s and the pained faces said more than words. Sure enough, come 6 o’clock I got the call with the job offer, meaning I had secured a job, albeit back in Peterborough. This whole journal started because of my journey to that place and it seems my efforts to have a life away from there have been foiled. Is this fate? I have tried hard to change it, yet I am pulled back here? The school is lovely and the staff seemed very likable, so I should not complain. It is just my family and the friends I think of so highly are again so far away.

I have a flurry of emotions but now my direction is clear.