Today on BEDM, we’re two-thirds of the way through and today we are writing about our dream job.
I’m very lucky, because I do my dream job. Well, one of them.
In my youth, once my fantasies of becoming Oprah, Meryl, Mary Poppins or John Craven had subsided, I had boiled down my career choices to four clear favourites: teacher, writer, singer, mum.
I always tell my class that I’m very lucky. I have not just one, but three or four vocations, and I get to enjoy them all.
I love to teach. Spending my days surrounded by wee folk, helping them, encouraging them, guiding them….that’s my idea of a good time. I also love the sector I teach in – being in an independent school is a different ball game (while still startlingly similar – all teachers have plenty in common!), with some different skills required (while others which are needed in spades in state education are left unused). I love that I get to specialise in certain areas – English, Maths, Humanities and pastoral care – while still working with the age group I adore the most (7-11). I’m also most fortunate in finding my niche so early in my career – it turns out my boundless energy, sense of humour and Labrador-esque levels of enthusiasm works well for teaching classes of boys! That said, I loved teaching co-ed too, and every so often the thought of trying girls only education flits across my noodle (when I’m not marking/planning/workshopping!).
My other loves work into my life in other ways. I write a lot, both here on my blog and elsewhere – poems, stories, limericks for my class. While my singing has taken a back seat since I moved to London, I can still carry a tune, and have enough remembrances from my youth to recall my singing adventures. The mum thing may or may not happen, but I’m lucky enough to have a bundle of friends whose children I will spoil rotten if it doesn’t!
I am an infinitely lucky girl. I get to live my dream.