Refuse. Resist. Rebuild.
How do I feel about the Assessment and Rating process leading up to it? I feel pressured. I feel rushed. I feel pushed. I’m a professional early childhood teacher, educator, leader. And I have this pressure placed upon me by external forces to comply with the wishes of others.
Yeah I know – there is always someone above us telling us what to do – BUT – this is something else.
I’m a dedicated leader and manager and I honestly want to create the most amazing and wonderful service possible. But all this takes time. It cannot be done over night. I’ve been at this service since January and I spent my time getting to know the families, the team, the children, and deciding upon my plans of action. My QIP was being woven, my thoughts gathered, when our letter arrived. Not even 3 months into this role, and they are coming.
I am sure most of you know and understand just how much pressure there is, no matter the circumstances. I feel like I am drowning in it. It shouldn’t be like this.
The more I reflect upon this, the more offended I become. 22 years as an early childhood care and education professional and I have to have some unfamiliar official coming to assess my competence as a professional; my abilities as a leader and innovator; the performance of my service against a book of words and against my neighbours?
I have attended professional development all throughout my career and I have always been reflective in my approach to teaching. I have purchased and borrowed countless books on pedagogy. I network and have a fantastic group of professionals who support and challenge my thinking.
I am certain I know what an amazing early learning service should and could be. I’ve been working every day and thought regularly, if not each night about this for 22 years.
So, now I have a government appointed official coming out to tell me, my team, the families of our service community, not to mention the entire country, what they think of my service.
It feels like impending doom. It’s like your partner or significant other or manager has said “We need to talk later” and then they leave you hanging. And hanging. And hanging. And. Hanging. On. And. On. They give you month’s time frame. Then you wait each day once the month begins, waiting for the call. Will it be today? Nope. Might be tomorrow? Nope. Ok, the next day? Nope. Aaaaaaaaaah! Just fucking call damn it!
And this is meant to be a warm and friendly process?
They come. They judge. They publish.
Le Chat Noir
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