Category: education
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The detention Oprah.
Today I have been the Santa of Detentions. The detention Oprah, if you will. “You get a detention! You get a detention! Everybody gets a detention!” Surprisingly, most of the detentions have been shockers! Since the usual suspect left us a week ago, unexpected children have been misbehaving the week before Christmas fun activities. It…
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So long, farewell…
Admittedly, I do cry a lot at school. I’m an emotional wreck at the best of times. Usually I am crying because I am angry, tired or upset. Never in my wildest dreams, did I think I might actually cry in school because I am happy. If you had told me, this time last year,…
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Biting your tongue
Sometimes, as a teacher (and a good person) you have to bite your tongue. Not in front of the children necessarily, but in front of the parents. Whether they be standing less than a meter away from you, talking about how you are ignoring the bullying that their child is (or isn’t really) experiencing in…
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Thank you, so very much!
All of last week, I struggled to understand the thoughts and emotions going through my brain. His lordship might be leaving to go to a different school in the area. But then again, he might not be. He’s looked around the new school. He’s attended an admission interview. But, apparently, according to his lordship, his…
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Nostalgic memories, 1995-1996
Twenty years ago, in a services primary school, in Celle, Germany, I was a hardworking, reliable, responsible child in year 2. I remember when I wrote a story in year 2, which was probably graded using ancient national curriculum levels. It was the first piece of extended writing I had ever done independently. All of…
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We built the pyramids…
When I was ten and in year 5, as a pupil, I learned all about the Ancient Egyptians for the very first time. I fell in love with all things Egyptian because of the most amazing school trip I have ever been on, in my entire life. No school trip, as a teacher, will ever…
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Mr Cellophane
Today, at playtime, his lordship decided to show his true colours to his new 1:1. (Who he has started calling his assistant!) He was playing a game on the stage near the field. There was a mixed group of children playing with him. Everything seemed happy. Fine and dandy, until he decided he didn’t want…
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Hysterical sobbing on the kitchen floor…
From as early as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a teacher. I’ve wanted to make a difference in a child’s life. I’ve wanted to impart my knowledge and wisdom onto them. I’ve wanted to make a child feel loved, cared for, important and smart, when they might not feel that way…
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“Show me some respect!”
I’ve never said this to a child, personally, but this week I’ve heard a child say it to another child. Apparently the other children don’t listen to him when he tries to tell them what to do… (Well, if you ask them like that, I don’t blame them for ignoring you!) He hasn’t been with…
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Chief meerkat broke me today.
He was bubbling all day yesterday but managed to pull himself together before lunch, to avoid a detention. In the afternoon, he continued his reign of terror by messing around, disturbing other children and bossing them about. He had no idea what we were doing, yet seemed to have an undying urge to reveal his…
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