I spend my days in the classroom with one particular group of students who have a lower level of English than the others in their year group. My job is to teach English as literature but focusing on the acquisition of the language. They're a small group of just 6 students, but are as diverse as they come. For example, 50% of the class are left handed. Some have learning difficulties and some simply have problems with the English language in a general sense as a non-native speaker. Yet when we put these kids in the same room, the place comes alive with creativity, empathy and joy.
Am I biased? Probably. They are my favourite group of students.
I know a lot of teachers who have left education for various reasons, but I think the most common reason is down to the workload. Do you think that teachers get to rest during the holidays? Think again. Time is spent planning, editing, refining content for our students. Not only are we busy ensuring our lessons are engaging, we have to be aligned with the curriculum. This can be conflicting at times and it's draining. Imagine spending so much time reading and grading work, writing reports, dealing with parents and on top of that staff meetings, all the while making sure you are aligned with government educational guidelines or curricula. We just don't have time.
I come to work with an "it's for the kids" attitude. And it really is. They remind me of the simplicity of their lives. How their innocence can create a sense of calm in my world of chaos. Their mix of characters remind me to focus on their needs and that's why I do it. Sometimes, when I teach them last thing on a Friday, when they're utterly burnt out, I get the best lessons as a teacher. Their inability to focus any more sets the bar high for me and while I do get frustrated, they show me what they need to make it through the last part of the day. It's not always easy but we get there and by the time the bell rings, they're like a pack of greyhounds waiting to get out of the gate. Sometimes when they leave, there are times when I just kind of flop into my chair, wondering what the hell just happened. Then I remember it's Friday afternoon and I can go home. For the record, I don't drink. But I think that GIF represents us on a Friday evening. We made it. Time to plan for Monday. Where do the weekends actually go?

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