The Observatory School

Walking into The Observatory is like walking on to the movie set of Child's Play except instead of one Chucky there are around 100 Chuckies and it's real, not a movie. Getting through a day without being attacked or the need to dodge a table thrown by a pint size maniac is considered a success. Some of the pupils look deceptively angelic until they scream out obscenities that would make a jail bird blush.

Harassed teaching agency workers often bear the brunt of the worse behaviour as it is they who have to shadow raging kids who have wandered out of class. It is difficult to know how much learning goes on as lessons are parcelled into ten minute segments of actual work and even that is ambitious as too many of the pupil's concentration spans cannot stretch that far and even the most diligent pupil would struggle to concentrate in the chaotic environment of constant disruptions and the cacophony of door kicking, screams and foul language.

Teaching staff assume a sugary facade of forced positivity, ''well done little Johnny, you only spat twice today, I'll pop a star on your sticker chart'', but behind the strained smile a breakdown is looming.

Would be employees: if all this excites you, this is the school for you, -wear waterproofs
Parents/guardians: If you want your ambitions for your darling stretches no further than borstal or dole, this is the school for you

my son has autism and has been offed a place in The Observatory School lesowe is this the same school and has any one got any reviws from there as i can't find any personal reviews anywhere thank you.

a teaching assistant gave me a bowl of shreddies and said “i hope you choke on them” i dont feel safe in this school and i feel threatened please dont go this school. the ta is called miss flanagin

Attending the Observatory School feels like entering a live-action survival game. The heating never works, so you’re either freezing or pretending your shivers are dance moves. Smelly boys roam the corridors like it’s some kind of experiment in how long someone can avoid soap. And you’d better have ninja reflexes, because dodging flying pens, chairs, and occasionally shoes is just part of the daily routine.

The students are like untrained wrestlers with emotional issues. Arguments turn into full-scale battles before you can blink. One wrong look and someone’s flipping a table. It’s less of a school and more of a danger zone with maths lessons in between.

Leadership is pretty much non-existent. The place seems to run on vibes, panic, and someone shouting “deal with it” from a mystery office no one’s ever seen. If there’s a strategy to keeping the place together, it’s either lost or written in crayon somewhere under a pile of unmarked detention slips.

Every lesson is a gamble. Will you learn something? Will you dodge something? Will someone scream for no reason? Who knows. All part of the fun.

If you enjoy freezing classrooms, unidentified smells, chaotic energy, and being lowkey afraid of Year 8s, this is the place for you. Otherwise, good luck, and maybe wear a helmet.

What a depressing place this is.

I’m sure there are worse places to work - like actual war zones, or psychiatric wards for the criminally insane (-but even then, there’s probably more intelligent banter and professional staff at such places)

Senior leadership - just abysmal and laughable in terms of their ability to ‘lead’. Pitiful.
Some of the TA’s - just daft little jobs-worths.
Pupils- 80% apprentice criminals and the bottom of the barrel Wirral has to offer.
Teachers - mostly depressed, harassed and having an expression on faces which says ‘please end this nightmare’.
Supply staff- a lot of supply staff here and an incredibly high turnover of such staff- largely because they treat them terribly.

My advice- fight tooth and nail to not have your child sent here. If you’re thinking of it as a place of employment- just don’t. You’d be better off digging ditches.