Half term feeling


Yesterday, I woke up on Sunday morning and instead of feeling that awful sense of dread knowing that another week of work is approaching- I felt amazing knowing I have a week off to relax and catch up with family and friends.

Why does the last Friday before the end of term seem to drag on so much? By this time- the children have lost the plot and so have I.

I always get the children ready for home time really early as there is always extra things that the children need to take home and it’s like a regimented procedure. P.E kits, bags, drink bottles, old books, art projects… the list goes on! Despite this procedure, there is always ‘that one child’ who leaves everything on their desk and bolts to the playground.

As soon as that bell goes- the children are ready to get out that door (and so am I).

But somehow I always seem to have a line of parents wanting to talk to me about something ‘important’… they don’t seem to realise that as soon as the children are out that door- my holiday begins! So I smile through gritted teeth and do all the necessary talking before I edge closer and closer to the door and close it sharply with a deep breath.

I skip out the school gates and can feel my cheeks beaming whilst I sign out of work for a whole week. YES- 1 WHOLE WEEK! I have a whole week planned of fun activities and will enjoy waking up with no alarm set and watch friends with a cup of tea in hand. Finally, I start to feel like myself again.

Until next Sunday morning…when the cycle of work begins again.

The notion of teaching

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I’ve just been really excited about the notion a blog. I haven’t been this excited in a while. When you work you sort of get yourself into this little comfortable routine and you think there is no time for a new hobby. The gym isn’t working for me so maybe typing on my phone in notes will be good for my metal health.

Well I just typed in ‘how to start a blog’. Now I’ve got myself signed up to some kind of yearly subscription. Maybe this £4 a month will inspire me to keep it up. For my news years resolution anyway.

Recently, I went out with two of my other teacher friends. We were in a bar in London. I am aware I sound very cultured but believe me- this is quite a rarity. Oh and because it’s the Christmas holidays. ‘Hello friends, I’m still here’. Anyway we found ourselves being spoken to by a highly intoxicated male.

First question as always is ‘so what do you guys do?’ Now believe me, every teacher in the world secretly loves this question. It’s a respected profession (despite the low pay). It’s fun to tell people you are a teacher. I still feel proud saying it. So he asked us that question and I love to seem this mysterious character even though I am an open book. So I confidently said ‘guess’. Now being in London and assuming we too, are Londoners, he guessed we were in marketing and advertising. How stereotypical. Sorry to my friends in advertising and marketing.

So, we proudly explained we are teachers. Now this always leads to a multiple of the same old questions.

1. No way really? Yes really.

2. So what do you teach? Everything.

3. No like what subject? Everything.

4. So you teach everything? Yes.

5. That means you must be really cleaver? Followed by a…

6. How do you do it?

But that it’s. No we are not cleaver. I am knowledgable in a certain range of subjects. I am an expert in the year 3 curriculum. Ancient Egyptians, Stone Age, column addition, fronted adverbials… COME AT ME. But other stuff, no. I truly have no idea. Now I still get confused on how to use a comma correctly- in fact I’ve been told I over use them. Hence my now over use of the hyphen. When I like something- I stick to it!

I can imagine my year 6 colleagues cringing at my writing style and punctuation. But the truth is, I am in no way a good writer or in fact good at punctuating my sentences. And that’s life. So to my fellow colleagues and English geeks (my sister) please don’t judge my writing. I’m hiding behind this idea of a blog so I can write in this chatty style and get away with it.

Thank you Dan Humphrey from gossip girl.

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‘To teach others is to teach ourselves’ proverb. This was the opening line to my personal statement when I was applying for a teaching degree at age 17. Who knew that this googled statement would be so relevant. 

Many, many life lessons- it will go in my book! 

Here I am at age 23 (nearly 24) where I am currently teaching my third year 3 class of 30 children. Trying to develop young minds in a very uncertain and forever changing world that we live in. It’s confusing. I’m forever battling between trying to find the time to teach these young minds how to be a confident and empathetic individual when I have little time to do so. Constantly battling to try and make ‘Age related progress’ and ensure I have time to pee at break time. Oh and a social life which everyone knows teachers do not have until we have a half term holiday. Then BAM! You have a week to try and rekindle your friendships and relationships with a Partner and ever so patient family members who you haven’t text back In days. Sorry mum.  That too will be another chapter in my book. 

I feel like I should start at the beginning. My Nqt year was hard. I remember telling myself at funny and heart breaking moments of my career that I would ‘write a book about it one day’ to try and ease the pain and reality of being a young teacher. 

‘When did you get so wise’ my mum constantly asks me when giving life advice with a level head. And the truth is- teaching! 

I remember stepping into my class on day 1. A young 21 year old, fresh out of university, still living at home, never paid a bill in my life (still haven’t), someone who had barely lived. Yet I was responsible for teaching 30, 7 year old children who hung on my every word and bit of advice. Bright eyes staring back at me excited for the new year ahead. The truth is children do want to learn. Well 29 of 30. Yes. There is always- that one child. Anyway I will talk about that later. 

A blog? Maybe that is better than a book I keep telling myself I will write. New year?  I guess a blog is achievable. I’ve always loved to write and never really have time for it. I was forced to writing for my GCSE’s, my A levels and then for my teaching degree. But never for pleasure? 

A New Years resolution. A blog. I see all these teaching videos which I love to watch on Facebook and like to share for my other teaching friends or colleagues. The truth is even though I am surrounded by little children and people daily. It’s lonely. So a blog? Maybe my very own teaching dramas can show a sense of reality and hope for others who are in the same boat as me. 

I vow to write this blog for 2019. Not weekly, not monthly but when I can. For my own sanity and the sanity of others. 

Wish me luck.