Although the Teacher only got about 3 hours sleep last night due to worry, the tactics we'd discussed actually worked. She found a suitable document, e-mailed it to the Headteacher. Plus others in her team, equally annoyed, had done their own research and pulled out all sorts of interesting and useful stats.
These all got passed on to the Ofsted inspector - who completely reversed her position and, though it's not official yet, awarded the best grade she was allowed to give. And was very complimentary.
The Teacher is very tired but much happier.
Thanks for your concern, peeps. It's a lesson in never bowing to the inevitable, no matter how battered you might feel.
I'm still making progress on the website I have to work on, spent another 3 hours on it this evening (since most interesting shows have finished their runs for the time being). Be able to get back to writing the real stuff soon. Tomorrow there will be a fairly selfish post about writing.
What's on the turntable? "Don't Interrupt the Sorrow" by Joni Mitchell from "The Hissing of Summer Lawns"
I hope this was the Inspector's first job. Because GRRRRRRRRRR!
Glad that's over with. :)
I was filled with an impotent rage reading the previous post. Par for the course with me these days, though.
Sometimes, just sometimes, common sense wins.
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