Today was one of those days that reminded me why I teach, and what a vocation I do have for it. At this juncture, when I’m looking fairly seriously at taking a career break of sorts in the next couple of years, it was lovely to go into work on a Monday and be reminded of lots of the good things about my job. I work hard, and it’s a demanding and pretty much all-consuming workday, but there’s plenty of fun to find if you look for it….
The giggles kids get when they’re learning, but their teacher’s being a little silly and pretending not to know an answer. Finding a pocket of time to share a book with a kid. A child galloping into your classroom with a brightly decorated, manically cut and stuck piece of artwork that they are JUST SO EXCITED to share with you. Dancing like the mummy on the maths game.
When a child gets a new word, and they just can’t resist using it as much as possible; or when they grasp a new concept (“Oh, so in BC we go back towards zero….”). Overhearing little snatches of conversational silliness (“Do you really think Miss T has a tail when she goes dragony?”). Creating a classroom that kids enjoy, bright and clean and relaxing. When pupils I don’t teach anymore walk past and wave, or high five me in the yard, or pop in for a visit on their lunchbreak.
Watching a child do the right thing – letting someone else play their game, choosing to work hard, picking up that piece of litter. The sheer excitement of new things, new places, new people. The complete lack of temporal awareness. The smiles, the consideration, the giggles and silliness.
I really do love it sometimes, and after a fab weekend I was kind of dreading going in – I thought I’d get a true case of Monday-itis. Instead I was given a timely reminder of why I do this for a living.
I’m tired but I’m happy. Can’t say fairer than that.