It's a weird feeling to be changing schools and positions mid-school year for a number of reasons. I've had to whittle down a stockpile of nearly 4000 emails that documented my history of the past eight years down to the essential five hundred or so that I've forwarded into a Gmail folder, complete a handover list and even popped out to my new school to pick up a laptop and some timetables. But until I actually start tomorrow and get my head totally around the new role, there isn't anything urgent to be done over this weekend.
And that's weird because for the previous twenty odd years, the weekend leading into a new term has meant a planning frenzy, time spent plotting the learning for the term, a more sequential plan of attack for the first week and a detailed outline for the first day. In recent times, this planning has been posted up on the learning team wiki where my colleagues and I have collaborated for our classrooms. But my new role does not include a specific classroom. So this weekend has left me with that strange feeling, almost a form of guilt, that I should be doing something school related. I know the new job will soon gather its own momentum and I'll have plenty to pore over in the evenings ahead. So, I'm going to try and enjoy this free evening. Tomorrow will take care of itself.