IVE SURVIVED MY FIRST WEEK OF TEACHING
That is a milestone moment I should be immensely proud of myself; schools are such busy, chaotic furnaces that constantly have to churn out the best results, best students and best teachers that they do not have the time to recognise what a crazy milestone that is.
But I’ve done it. My name is written on the front of 64 English books. A name associated with my classroom number, my name that is then associated with set classes on Microsoft teams and all the other data sheets. I’ve had powered through a year of rigorous training and I’m finally going to be paid for it.
Being confident in your own classroom is hard. I’m steely, but everything is so new that I’m doing things for the first time so I don’t properly know how to do them. It’s all well and good being told that “it’s your classroom your rules” when you don’t even know what you want your rules to be because you’ve only ever taught in someone else’s space and domain, that has its own set of unwritten rules already. Teaching and learning adjustments are weird as well, and very overwhelming at times, but we crack on and try our best. Trying to relax the pressures on myself by reminding myself that I’m, technically, only contracted as a years cover supply.
I knew I was going to miss it, but god does my heart miss Wetherby. Im hoping this new school will feel like a home soon, but every part of me misses Wetherby right now, and it’s hard not to compare.
But, that’s one week down. And another 40 to go (week 1/40…Jesus Christ)