Eight years? 8 years is a long time…
My son was born seven years ago on my first summer fare as a head teacher in my new school. I remember turning up at 11 having not slept for over 24 hrs. Blurry eyed and ecstatic – a little like my first year in headship had been. I remember it because it was the first moment I knew I had made the right decision leaving my previous school and life in London. I might have been high on ‘new father’ and ‘lack of sleep’ pills but we clicked on that day. And now I am set to do the same again. Leave my school after eight wonderful years. I now tackle a million emotions daily, many are rather surprising.
I am excited – new job, new opportunities, new adventure and new suit!
I am sad – I will most likely cry…
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