Wouldn't you believe it, it's just my luck! -NO RECESS!
Consonant reader,
Today was my first day back at school. I'll only be there for two weeks, so really only for 10 days, and I've just done 1 day, so 9 left in actual fact! ..Not bad, not bad at all.
Plus I'm getting paid. I know, I know... I've been bitching and moaning about the whole money thing but I think I've been entitled to an ickle whinging here and there. Anyway, I spoke to a teacher who was in my position this time last year and she said she got paid pretty much straightaway after her pre- summer stint at the school, so good news there.
Coming back to the school was a weird feeling. Before, I'd been there as a student, not as a qualified teacher. This time around it felt a lot different. I know that this next year will be my first and most important year as an NQT (Newly Qualified Teacher, or as I like to call it, Nearly Qualified Teacher), but I've made it past the most crucial and demanding stage. From here on in it gets a lot, well, not easier, but simpler. No more college work hanging over my head or any bullshit observations and targets to reach. Anything like that now counts for my professional development. Plus I know I'm there to teach , not to be a secondary figure in the classroom.
I noticed a difference in the way people treated me, not a massive difference, but definitely a feeling of acceptance into the school. It was a nice feeling, and a lot of staff were saying how nice it was to have me back. It made me feel very humbled, and I think I'm really going to enjoy the next year there both with my department and the rest of the staff and, of course, most importantly the kids.
Next Thursday I'll be going to a Year 6 parents evening where I'll get to meet the 'next generation', and also my prospective form group (Yes folks, Bonobo will be in charge of making sure some Year 7 kids have a smooth transgression into the big school). This same evening will entail introducing myself to the kids and their parents- which is only fair, as I'll be looking after them for the next X amount of years, dealing with any issues they might have and generally, acting like a strict Santa Claus.
"Detention! Ho ho ho!"
P.S. For all you muso's out there, I have a box of empty champagne bottles, a wax figure of Howard The Duck and 2 tickets to see Iron Maiden baby, for the one person who can tell me the artist and the song title of the lines of the song in my blog title above...
An extra sausage and your own body weight in freshly mown grass, if you can name the album it comes off too...
B x.
Today was my first day back at school. I'll only be there for two weeks, so really only for 10 days, and I've just done 1 day, so 9 left in actual fact! ..Not bad, not bad at all.
Plus I'm getting paid. I know, I know... I've been bitching and moaning about the whole money thing but I think I've been entitled to an ickle whinging here and there. Anyway, I spoke to a teacher who was in my position this time last year and she said she got paid pretty much straightaway after her pre- summer stint at the school, so good news there.
Coming back to the school was a weird feeling. Before, I'd been there as a student, not as a qualified teacher. This time around it felt a lot different. I know that this next year will be my first and most important year as an NQT (Newly Qualified Teacher, or as I like to call it, Nearly Qualified Teacher), but I've made it past the most crucial and demanding stage. From here on in it gets a lot, well, not easier, but simpler. No more college work hanging over my head or any bullshit observations and targets to reach. Anything like that now counts for my professional development. Plus I know I'm there to teach , not to be a secondary figure in the classroom.
I noticed a difference in the way people treated me, not a massive difference, but definitely a feeling of acceptance into the school. It was a nice feeling, and a lot of staff were saying how nice it was to have me back. It made me feel very humbled, and I think I'm really going to enjoy the next year there both with my department and the rest of the staff and, of course, most importantly the kids.
Next Thursday I'll be going to a Year 6 parents evening where I'll get to meet the 'next generation', and also my prospective form group (Yes folks, Bonobo will be in charge of making sure some Year 7 kids have a smooth transgression into the big school). This same evening will entail introducing myself to the kids and their parents- which is only fair, as I'll be looking after them for the next X amount of years, dealing with any issues they might have and generally, acting like a strict Santa Claus.
"Detention! Ho ho ho!"
P.S. For all you muso's out there, I have a box of empty champagne bottles, a wax figure of Howard The Duck and 2 tickets to see Iron Maiden baby, for the one person who can tell me the artist and the song title of the lines of the song in my blog title above...
An extra sausage and your own body weight in freshly mown grass, if you can name the album it comes off too...
B x.