Are We There Yet?

 “One more day. One day more.”

The refrain from Les Mis echoes along the halls as teachers pack their houseplants and enough paperwork to keep a team of secretaries employed for a year into boxes. 

And what a year it’s been. No one saw that coming. This time last year we tumbled noisily into the local pub, exhausted from Ofsted in the last week of term during a heatwave and thought to ourselves how much better it would feel next year.

Maybe I’m just getting old but it’s been exhausting.

The stress of working in a funded deprived situation where the consequences of not plugging the gaps yourself are that small people don’t get what they deserve has taken a toll on us all. 

Our year 6 show that we chose this year, by the amazing Edgy Productions, had a song called, “Are we there yet?”, which has been buzzing around my head for weeks. 

The opening song, however, is more appropriate for today because at 3.30 we are there. 

“We’ve gained some wrinkles a few grey hairs. Recuperation is so appealing. No more strife and no more stressed. My oh my how we’ve been blessed, bring on our summer vacation.”

There will be tears as a whole year group says goodbye and we will, once again, stumble noisily into the local pub telling ourselves that it will be better next year. Warning: