I am so so blessed to have a job like mine. Yes, it can be frustrating, challenging, and very hard work, but in this day and age it’s a privilege to have a job, and an absolute blessing to have a job you really love.
And love it I do.
The noise, the excitement, the incessant questions, the laughter, the in-jokes. The pre-Christmas burst, the silly songs we sing, shaking hands at the end of the day. The ‘lightbulb’ moments when children grasp something truly and properly, and you know they’ve cracked it. Sharing a story or a skill or a moment. Taking the time to listen. Modelling behaviour, giving praise. Going the extra mile.
I’m so glad I found my calling, and I hope that even when I’ve been doing this for a dozen years or more I’ll still be enjoying it. As much as parts of it can drive me batty (the never ending marking – it’s the Forth Rail Bridge of tasks, the early starts, the eternal having to request that boys slow down in the corridor / watch their presentation / don’t talk with their mouth full / tuck their shirts in), that’s less than 5% of the whole. And the whole is pretty awesome.
PS If you’d like to check in on my badgers, our class blog is here.