If

If you can be in school from early morning
Not leaving till the meeting ends at ten,
While knowing that tomorrow’s Parents’ Evening
Will mean you get to do it all again;
If you can represent your setting’s workforce,
But never be a mouthpiece to provide
A platform for the views of just one person
Who wants to gets the governors on their side.

If you can quiz the head when all about you
Are missing opportunities to pose
The kind of questions needing to be answered –
Like “What’s the impact been?” and how one knows.
If you can share your expertise with governors,
And school performance data analyse,
Explain to newbies what the TLAs mean,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can sit through multiple RAISE sessions
While a trainer explains (again) what each part means
And then with patience guide the other governors
On the significance of all the blues and greens;
If you can trust results when others doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
And show how colleagues’ tracking can be looked at
In a way that justifies why there was “blue”.

If you can bear to look at DfE statistics,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
And watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
As pupils’ needs rank lower than the school’s;
If you can stay objective in discussion,
And wear two hats, and still have time to laugh;
If you can do all this, and do your day job,
You’ll fulfill the role of “Super-Governor (Staff)”

 

Based on Rudyard Kipling’s If.

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
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