ABSTRACT
I think of Senacre as an institution in the mind. On a wet Sunday afternoon I arrived as a recently qualified teacher at the gates of Senacre to be interviewed by its first head teacher, Norman Evans. Anxiety welled up in me. There was no one in sight. Had the deputy head, who contacted me to arrange the interview, got it all wrong? After all applicants for teaching posts were not normally interviewed on a Sunday, and this was a religious studies post. The deputy had told me that Norman was off for a while helping train teachers at a college of education. Hence, he was only available to conduct interviews at the weekend.
