Twitter can be a soulless space. Its evolutionary track needs a touchy feely strand to it. The best bits of #PrimaryRocks was meeting ‘real people’. That, and talking to ‘real people’ whilst drinking... I go to a lot of conferences.... Continue Reading →
"You can't teach children to behave better by making them feel worse. When children feel better, they behave better." Pam Leo This blog has been inspired by Carrie and David Grant who spoke about the parent school relationship at this... Continue Reading →
"Why is it surprising that scientists might have long hair and wear cowboy boots? In fields like neuroscience, where the events you are recording are so minute, I suspect scientists cultivate a boring, reliable image. A scientist with a reputation... Continue Reading →
Headship often reminds me of the text adventure games of the 80's and early 90's. Games like Zork and The Hobbit which had real character and charm but often left you with a sense that it was only through trial... Continue Reading →
It was my 'Old Nemesis' on New Years Eve who said I needed to follow my heart. All my other blogs were, and I quote, "Synthetic Pap" according to @theprimaryhead but when I blogged about SEND I started to sound... Continue Reading →
I went and did it! OPH... I now refer to myself as an acronym. What a conceited thing to do. Well, seeing as these nurture posts are all about 'the ME' I thought I'd go and do it. If you... Continue Reading →
I am really tired. It’s Sunday and the Christmas shop is done and I am left with that looming niggle that I have missed someone or something of major importance out (probably my wife or mother). It is an all... Continue Reading →
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” Eleanor Roosevelt I am in a unique position. As the head of a large mainstream (600+) and a 28 place special school, all on one site (intermingled... Continue Reading →
At times twitter feels like some demonic binary beast. An imaginary world full of traffic flow, night and day, as phantoms pass by catching the odd glance or, every now and then, stopping to take a longer look. As in... Continue Reading →
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