I’m a 33 year old teacher, working every hour of my waking day to provide an excellent education for the lucky children that I teach. I have a love/hate relationship with my career. I get exhausted, annoyed and exasperated by the job fairly often which leads to my rambling rants or entertaining stories about the highs and lows of my day.
My job is rewarding but only teachers, and family members of teachers, realise how hard it actually is. It takes strength, integrity and resilience to be a teacher in the current UK education climate. Some days we wonder why we do it and other days, we wonder whether we could do anything else but the job.
I live somewhere in the middle of the UK, halfway between my family and work. I teach a class of 28 children Monday-Friday and worry about them over the weekends.
One of those children was his lordship. Most of my stories were about him. He eventually left my class before Christmas 2016, and I started to worry that I’d have no stories to tell, but other members of his class grabbed the relay baton and are running wild with it. They provided me with more stories to tell. When our two years together was over, I moved to a new school with new challenges. Poor hygiene, pre-teen attitudes, reputations and some difficult home lives. I had to learn to accept that not all battles can be won. Sometimes, you have to keep working hard for your children, even when the entire world seems to be against them.
Like any great teacher, I enjoy working with children, being creative, perfect spelling and grammar, neat presentation, neat handwriting, chocolates, cakes, chocolate cake, books, animated films, moscato wine, not having to set an alarm, that Friday feeling, weekends, half terms and that elusive 5-6 week summer holiday that we get each year – where we don’t do any school work apparently!
This is my #teacherlife🍎 and everything is true. (Except the children’s names for obvious reasons.)
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