There is no shame in taking a leap in life even if it embraces uncertainty. I’ve recently taken the plunge and packed up working on the ‘frontline’ of the education system.
Being a teacher is all I have ever envisioned growing up. However, for me, this is a foundation for a greater cause. While potholes stand in the way of any journey, I look back on past the 13 years with fond memories.
Throughout September, each day I recorded one memory of what some may describe as ‘jail time’ within my profession. I share these memories with you with pride, gazing outside coffee shop windows drinking lattes.
- Detention slips and strike cards
- Curious smells from the student toilets
- Pealing classroom displays
- A David Attenborough DVD saves the impromptu cover lesson
- Facing those ‘dreaded classes’
- A whole school fire drill in the pouring rain caused by a burning bagel
- Heaps of workplace banter
- Another education initiative
- Another windows update, creates a 20 minute delay to log on to any PC.
- Coffee clubs and ‘sexy marking clubs’.
- Panic planning and marking
- Hitting your photocopying budget quota two weeks before the end of term.
- Another year teaching longshore drift.
- Suggesting that geography is simply colouring in. It’s shading, actually.
- Living for the weekend, no wait, half term.
- A snow day blessing
- Mid August exam result anxiety
- Terrified making the first phonecall home to a parent
- Seagulls at breaktime out to get
- Swinging back on chairs and calling out
- Precarious graffiti images
- Job promotions and keeping the faith
- Glorious international trips that crafts the travel bug among the young eager eye
- Thankful for a 3 month travel sabbatical
- Incredible form groups
- End of year gift appreciation
- From oversized blazers, to…
- Foundation and nail varnish, ‘please can you just tuck your shirt in’!
- ‘Miss, my water bottle leaked in my bag’.
- ‘Miss, can I turn the page now’?