I want to be a Headteacher. There, I’ve said it. I didn’t always want to be a Head. In fact I didn’t used to want to be a senior leader, or even a teacher. What I wanted to be was a journalist,but a proposal for an MA that straddled the domains of History and Literature put paid to that when both the BA and ESRC wrote to tell me that the other would be the ideal people to give me a grant for that (not bitter, honestly!!!).
And so the lure of an extra year as a student, funded by the taxpayer on a PGCE course, led me to apply for a teaching qualification late in the summer of 1995. I was bloody lucky. I had northern teacher training providers listed alphabetically to call about places on English or History programmes and got my first and only ‘yes’ from York…
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The Echo Chamber 