When I became a headteacher at 31, I knew little of the emotional and psychological complexities of the role and what I’d have to do to overcome them.
15 years after being told by my careers teacher that I’d amount to nothing more than a supermarket checkout girl, I became the headteacher of an inner-city primary school.
To the outside world I appeared confident and happy, but internally it was a different story. Nearly every day I questioned myself – did I have the right to be here? Was my careers teacher right? Did I have what it took to be a headteacher?
For more than a…
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