I'd like to think I have a pretty valid excuse for all this nothingness. For those of you that don't follow me on twitter and might not know this(which I think is highly unlikely -hi friends thnx for all the retweetz), for the last 2 and a half weeks I've been on my first teaching placement and I'm out of the flat for 11 hours a day and in bed by 9.30.
That first day was terrifying. Firstly I was worried I'd turn up and they'd have no idea I was coming (impossible), then there's the ever-present "WHAT IF I'M LATE?!" (I was half an hour early, shoutout to TFL for that one) or "I hope the kids don't hate me" (they don't, they're angels) and then there was a confusion because my school has two sites and the girl I'm paired with and I had opposing ideas of which one we had to go to (I was right).
I'd been up since 5.30 in case I missed my bus or had to walk forever because I went the wrong way. In the end, the journey I thought would take over an hour took only half an hour and the bus stop was 5 minutes from the school so I ended up awkwardly sitting at the bus stop in the freezing cold for 20 minutes. Great start.
As the days have progressed and turned into weeks, it's become easier and busier. I have a lot of work to do and I'm still waking up before it's light out but it is so so worth it. If anything is going to confirm whether teaching really is for you it is this. The fact I have barely any time to think about anything besides lesson plans does not bother me. Coming home at 6pm knackered and barely being able to cook dinner does not put me off this in the slightest. I absolutely love what I do; I look forward to seeing the children everyday and listening to their fascinating stories or opinions. They let me be completely silly with them but also listen to me when I have to tell them something important.
On my first day, I was doing painting with one of the girls and she turned to me and said "I'm so glad you've come." It's that that's getting me through the hard times and the mornings I just want to turn over and go back to sleep for another 3 hours.
The only thing I hate, and one of few reasons I'm looking forward to half term so much, is the journey. On a good day, it takes two buses and 45 minutes. On a bad day (a very bad day I experienced last Wednesday) it can take up to two hours. Nothing stresses me out more than that clock at the front of the bus that is essentially just telling me how close I am to being late.
I had my first observation on Tuesday and my tutor told me I've made an excellent start. Considering I was panicking she'd tell me I was awful and to leave to course immediately, I'd say that was a pretty good sign I'm in the right place.
Aside from a lack of any time to even think about writing something, I've been stuck in a creative rut. I've had one or two ideas for posts but as soon as I've started drafting them out I've lost interest and the last thing I want to do is post something I don't even enjoy purely for the sake of content.
Wow ok so this turned into an accidental reflection/catch up but hey ho. I'll try and get something new up next week. I will try my absolute hardest. I promise.
Thanks for reading!
I just though I'd pop this in the end. I'm so so happy to finally see this. It's been a hard road to this point and it took a long time and lost of tears to get here and I could not be more excited for what is to come.
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