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Male teacher illustration in the style of Chiaroscuro Art, on white background

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Currently having a crisis over my teacher. We’ll call him Mr. T or “♠️” as a code thing.

Moving on i can’t get him out of my head. I swear its not an obsession but i (lacking an absent father) find it hard to not see him as a father figure. We’ve had few interactions but he’s comforted me so much and he probably doesn’t even know it. Tomorrow I’m buying him a thank you card to try and get his attention and tell him how much I appreciate it.

Is it bad I’m considering to ask him for 5 minutes outside of class alone because i’m “stressed.” If he comes out and asks whats wrong then i think i might pour my feelings out. Any thoughts and feelings?

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Men can rock this "Super Teacher" too! #wedesign #custometees #maleteacher #teachertees #respectyourself #LeadbyExample #lovewhatyoudo #trainersareteacherstoo #miami @fitnessescapades

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Headmistress

Theia Windsor

Teachers and Subjects

Core Classes

Astronomy - Helen Swan

Charms - Teddy Lupin

Defence Against the Dark Arts - Damien Chamberlain

Flying - Charles Dayne

Herbology - Neville Longbottom

History of Magic - Ignatius Percival

Potions - Aerys Allyrion

Transfiguration - Marianne Martell

Elective Classes

Alchemy - Ai Zhao

Arithmancy - Hestia Penrose

Care of Magical Creatures - Hagrid

Divination - Sybill Trelawny

Muggle Studies - Alfred Hale

Study of Ancient Runes - Carlisle Craster

Extra Curricular Classes

Apparition - Atticus Bentley

Advanced Arithmancy Studies - Edric de Vere

Ancient Studies - Ada Mercer

Art - Lucrezia DeLorenzo

Frog Choir - Ignatius Percival

Ghoul Studies - Elodia Fernsby

Hogwarts Orchestra - Nandini Sharma & Ignatius Percival

Magical Theory - Dahlia Carrow

Muggle Art - Visenya de Vere 

Muggle Music - Nandini Sharma

Music - Nandini Sharma

Xylomancy - Brandon Smythe

FCs for all teachers can be found at our Face Claim Directory with the exception of Neville Longbottom.

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Throwing like a girl.

Yesterday, on my two week break, I decided to walk the dog and rest by the reservoir and write my next blog. I did, and I was satisfied it was a productive day. I’m not sure if other teachers feel the same, but if it’s not a productive day then it’s one riddled with guilt. My prior personal benchmark for a productive day used to be dragging myself into the shower and making sure my teeth were brushed at least once during that day. I ‘saved’ my draft and decided to finish the last sentence when I got home. LO and behold, it had disappeared when I got back and I have only just realised so this blog will have a bitter feel towards it as I bash the interface of my iPad. Ask any teacher what they want for Xmas and they will reply ‘why, time of course, dear.’

Let me set the scene. It’s Friday afternoon, we’re playing rounders against the other year 6 class, and the competitor in me shines brightly and I’m not having any of this ‘it’s the taking part that counts’ and ‘let’s not have winners’ mentality that swept the country post millennia. To put it in perspective, I’ve gone through endless PS2 controllers as past friends have nonchalantly dinked the ball over my ‘keeper in the last minute and left me seething, staring at jubilant 2D footballers on the screen. As the end of the game encroaches I look at my bowler and state, in jest (I want to believe) ‘one more, and this time, don’t throw it like a girl’. In that second, 40 pairs of eyes glued themselves to me and I felt so small; the glare of an 11yr old is so much more harrowing than parents, Ofsted, and management.

Bullets of ‘what is that meant to mean?’ flew through the sky, targeting my guilty core. The discussion led to inside the classroom and once we all agreed I said it on purpose to see if I had such an empathising classroom, it got me thinking about modern society and how proud I was that I had such a mindful class.

I ran the London marathon last week (am I forgiven for being misogynistic yet?). I ran for a charity called CALM who are unique and specialise in helping males with depression and other mental illnesses. A lot of what is highlighted is how we live in a world that is so blasé about masculinity and that to be a man I must tally up by ‘lad points’ or be the ‘class clown’ and it’s no surprise that 11 yr old boys feel like this. I sure did. I still do. If I told my Dad I was becoming a vegetarian his right eyebrow would questionably raise with a hint of ‘hmmm…anything else you want to tell me son?’ And I know it’s all said in jest, but boys in my school who wear tshirts with the slogan ‘TROUBLE’S HERE!’ or ‘DEVIL CHILD!’ also wear them in jest and soon we create this cycle that boys are separate from their own true emotions and that they have to have a hard front. Look at all the superheroes, 90% of them male! ever seen any of them cry? What about the people they rescue? You ever seen them cry, and in distress? Thought so…And this carries on into the classroom.

I read last week that 33% more children felt feelings of depression and anxiety and had suicidal thoughts which really does give me the drive to jump out of bed on a wet, Wednesday morning at 6:20am and deliver an outstanding lesson. The most anxious I ever felt as a kid was whether I’d get my ball back from the neighbour’s garden…..again, or the impending fear of my Mum coming home with some new clothes for me but not once did I care about body image or other people’s opinions of me.

It’s common knowledge in education that boys, in particular white, British boys, are at the bottom of the pecking order when it comes to primary attainment and perhaps a cause of this is some pre-assumption that, well, ‘boys will be boys’ - another dangerous phrase. It really is surprising how many there are. Boys will be boys, then these boys will become part of that dystopian ‘LAD’ culture and before you know they are young male adults who are unable to talk about their feelings or express their views; it’s easily done. The extent of my childhood conversation went as follows

Me: Mum, what’s for tea? Mum: shit wi sugar on. Me: when is it ready? Mum: It’ll be ready when it’s ready.

It doesn’t exactly allow for free flowing, expressive dialogue does it?

The need to be open and expressive needs to start down at primary level to instil foundations; a 9-12yr old brain is at its peak and shapes the rest of their lives. In a Literacy lesson last week we were looking at proverbs and one boy, who introduced himself to the school by pulling his pants down in year 3 and is often in his own little world, came up with ‘he who goes to bed with itchy bum, wakes up with smelly finger.’ Instead of asking whether the classroom was the appropriate environment, I lapped up his involvement with enthusiasm, as did the rest of the class and the work produced was great. It just goes to show that words really do matter, so the next time I feel like saying ‘stop throwing like a girl’ I’ll think back to a girl from my hometown who represents Great Britain and owns three gold medals in the Hammer Throw, and I’ll think of my face when she asks me for a one on one.

About the rounders game, don’t worry class, it’s the taking part that counts anyway.

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I always wondered how elementary school male teachers felt working in such a female dominated profession.

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Reduced

If I'm lucky enough, and one person does keep an eye out for my blog, then I'm sorry to disappoint of the lack of activity. But judging by my last two, and the distance in time between the two blogs, then more fool you for your expectations. It's coming up to the festive period and I'm in my second term as an NQT. I'm working like a miner; I constantly stare at blank lesson plans hoping someone will post an idea through my mind's letterbox. I constantly stop for tea breaks as regularly as your average cowboy builder. For weeks I was feeling like a cowboy teacher. Constant toing and froing from one class to the next to compare our children's books, every time losing the shoot off. If it was a duel, I'd be entering the fray with nothing but an empty holster, that's how inadequate I felt. The thing is, I KNEW I was a good teacher. A few seconds in the mirror telling the charming reflection just that was all it took for me to get back on my horse and show the education world what I can do. Al it took was one overheard conversation in the staff room. Now, for those that know me, I'm quite the confidence player, and as a result, I regularly big myself up but these words fell on the right ears. ''Ere, I was in Tom's lesson this morning. Ooo he ain't half good, is he?'...BANG! My mojo was back and I've been riding that confidence wave ever since. However, something unusual happened earlier. I remember as a kid seeing teachers outside the school environment and it used to freak the shit out of me. Like the quote from Mean Girls goes, 'seeing a teacher outside of school is like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.'. So there I was, a crate of stout in my hand whilst on all fours rifling through the 'reduced' section at Sainsbury's looking for my routined weekly bargain. 'Ahaa, gotcha!' I relished and as I made my way back on to two feet I noticed a pair of frightened eyes meet mine. Not only had the child in my class seen her teacher outside of school, they had seen him at his lowest ebb, sniffing round the 'whoops' section, not too dissimilar to folk in Walking Dead. Both facial expressions emitting a shock of terror and embarrassment. Something tells me that confidence wave has petered out, and tomorrow I'll have a new nickname in the playground.