I make no bones about the fact that I love, lurve, L.O.V.E. my job. Being a teacher fits me to a tee, and I am all too aware how blessed I am to work in a field I enjoy, with (to paraphrase the current teaching adverts) “the most interesting people on the planet.” I have such fun each day with my boys, and teaching them is never anything less than a privelege.
It’s also a job with many, many perks, so of which you may know about, some of which you may not. Some of which I’ll share…
I get asked some really interesting questions each and every day, and I love the challenge of helping my boys make sense of the world. Already today I’ve had to answer questions on concentration camps, safety helmets, snow, cookies and badgers…and already on the slate for later are the English Civil War, triskaidekaphobia, and the Premier League.
Birthdays (and other festivals) are a big deal. Just today we had one boy doing the birthday dance as we sang to him, and we all had Krispy Kremes to celebrate!
I get to see directly the effects of my work. When someone “gets” how to do a calculation, or writes a story, or spells a word, or remembers an event, I get that wonderful glowy feeling because I helped. I love being able to see directly the effects of what I do. I may not make anything tangible, but I love that I can see differences and changes…
The holidays! One of my colleagues called teaching a Jekyll and Hyde profession last week, and she’s entirely correct. During termtime I work hard – late nights, school events, often through weekends when reports are due or deadlines up. Bu then I do get 17 weeks of holiday (roughly half of which I do some work on, but still…it’s often work in pyjamas…).
I get to keep learning. Just today a package arrived full of senior maths books for me to work through (my subject knowledge is sound, but I want to *know* everything I knew at 16, solidly and confidently, every time). I make myself go to events and talks so I can go and pass things on to my gang – last night I attended a talk by Salman Rushdie (fascinating!) and now have stories to share with the gang.
And lastly and perhaps most importantly….we have fun. Lots of it! Because learning is fun. And eight-year-old to nine-year-old kids are fun. Whether we’re doing algebra, or watching a snippet from the Muppets, or exploring the journeys of Captain James Cook, or discussing anger management, or planning a class party….we are pretty much always having a ball doing so!
Long may it continue, say I!