I suspect the thing that schools most dread is ‘THE Call’. It comes without warning at about 9.30am on a Monday or Tuesday. No, it’s not one of the Four Riders of the Apocalypse popping in for a cuppa – something equally terrifying though – Ofsted. Last year, Wicor Primary School took the call on Monday 11th November 2024 at 9.25am and with the grim certainty of death and taxes the Inspector duly moved in for the following two days. Once the phone goes back on the hook after a phone call that lasts almost two hours, there is little time to do anything other than collate the information specifically requested by the inspector, collect everyone’s timetable and turf out staff from the only decent room we can house the Inspector in. Oh, and find the kettle and various decaffeinated options of teas and coffee.
The only thing that troubled me was the Inspector telling us that she was packing her wellies. She had combed our website and was keen to see our vision in action. It was going to be Ofsted on steroids – the Ronseal Test. The Tuesday, is therefore a normal day – normal in the sense of this is what we would be doing anyway. As a Headteacher, I can only trust to all the things we have been working on over the past few years. Will the lunchtime supervisors remember what KCSIE means and that County Lines is not something on an OS map? Are all the DBS certificates in place? How will the children react? You know that feeling when you take your children to a formal family event and your child announces to everyone that his jumper came from a second-hand junk shop – the shame of it (I was that child by the way).