Lame duckhood. I'm familiar with the feeling. It's that weird twilight zone area between leaving a job and taking up a new one.
It's about fighting the checked out feeling and planning for the next role. It's also about putting up with a lot of stick. I'm moving from a traditional boys' school to a very prestigious girl's school across town, so the genial banter has been relentless.
As I write this, my senior classes are on study leave, and with only two junior classes to teach I now have time to tidy up all of my resources, start taking my personal stuff home, and looking at how I can safely take down my Beatles, Arsenal, Star Wars posters (my passions have remained constant).
That's happening while completing the junior teaching programme, completing my appraisal for the year, and continuing to be here now.






