There are so many great things about teaching in the UK.
I spend all day with cool little boys who make me laugh and think…often within the same minute.
I have a captive audience ready to soak up stories, anecdotes and jokes, and get to share so many awesome things with them (my love of Tchaikovsky and politics and baking, my large and random vocabulary, my passion for stories and busting a move).
I get to feel like in some small way I’m helping, making a difference, helping these children on their path to the amazing people they’re going to be.
I see the results of my hard work and effort, and I get enough thank you notes and cupcakes to make the most timid or self-doubting of people have a pretty decent confidence boost.
I work in the independent sector, where I’m lucky enough to have higher-ups, parents and pupils who trust me and who embrace my many schemes and plans to get the best out of my boys.
I truly, really love my job. Inasmuch as I can find mornings a struggle (I’ll always be a night owl, for sure!), I am always excited to see my classes and get into some more learning, adventures, and fun.
That being said, this week heralds the return of one of my other favourite things about teaching in the UK….
…the half-term break.
A whole week off.
A week to lie-in and nap and think and read and plan and catch up with the little jobs that have drifted to the bottom of my to do list during the mania of term (working through a new reading policy I’ve had my eye on, getting my hair cut, reworking my maths plan, applying for a new passport, following up some new ideas for school I “pinned” on pinterest….).
I still do some work, but the drop from a fifty to seventy hour week to a twenty to thirty hour week is bliss! I love the chance to recharge and relax and see my friends, and I know it makes me go back even more ready to get those little badgers of mine working. And I know the boys come back refreshed and ready too!
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah for half-term break!