My Piece

I know. Prepare yourself.

I don’t understand where the education system are being dictated- because that’s what it is- by someone who has never once given any indication that he has a true insight or understanding of the cogs in process within education. To fully equip yourself with the comprehension of how to improve the value and quality of a system, surely the first fundamental step is to develop your own knowledge of what that means?

People consider teachers to be martyrs. Just as it is time that Gove matched his claims and ideals with facts and experience, public understanding of this vocation needs to alter. Teachers are martyrs. To exist as a martyr is to suffer, to the point of death for your beliefs. Soun. A bit drastic? Stick with me…

I have worked 48 hours in three and a half days. I have worked twelve hours in school, marking 70 assessments, 40 pieces of class work, 20 project booklets, in addition to the planning and long term schemes that I am putting together from scratch. I have been called a bitch, a dickhead, and had a child suffer a head injury that resulted in hospitalisation this week. Do not tell me that I in it for the holidays. I will eat you alive (mainly because a food shop on this level of fatigue is out of the question).

Teachers are martyrs, because they endure beyond most people’s normal boundaries in a bid to do the best that they can with the time that they have. The last week before a holiday is one of the most stressful of the term; the first week back matches it in terms of urgency.

I am only six months into my career, but from discussions with teachers of all levels of experience, seniority and capability, this doesn’t change; the goalposts simply twitch about.

The consideration of children’s education should be faced by a team of individuals that have both the knowledge and experience to take on theatre responsibility; individuals that truly understand the concept of a balance between success and pedagogy.

So, as a fresh (ahem) faced body, walking into this world with new eyes, my first question would be this-

Sir David Nicholson: involvement within the NHS since the 80s

Sir Benard Hogan- Howe: within the police force since 1979

Since when did writing for a newspaper qualify you to have such a residing power over the future education of this country’s children? Who the hell is Michael Gove?



The staff have been guffawing at me when I say that my word for this term is serene. I have been told to stop being ridiculous, as it is impossible for ‘exam term’ and ‘serene’ to exist within the same sentence. I challenge this. I do not need to breathe stress in order to get things done. I realise this now. I know- easier said than done- stick with me.

There are two ways to handle stress; curl up comfortably in the familiar and nostalgic fetal position and wait for it all to blow over (you could always go to the other position which is far more preferable- The Winchester) OR accept that you are human. You can only do so much with the one brain and two hands you have. The sooner that you discover that you can only do all the important things, and not all the things, the nicer your days will be.

Today? The things that I need tomorrow. Sometimes, things just have to work that way. Things don’t always need to work more than one day at a time. Sometimes, not all the time.

So, every time people encroach on the idea that the day is getting a bit too much, I revert back to serene. Whilst it may not be the go-getting approach that I should adopt to tackle my Year 9s as they attempt to plot one another’s murder, it at least means that I do not play a part of said plotting schemes. SERENE!


Hi. In true teacher tradition, I thought it best to knock up a blog or two to accompany my nearly qualified status. Hopefully, Twitter will remind me every now and then to contribute to this.

I have just started my #OneGoodThing hash tag, and intend to keep that up as much as I can. It doesn’t take very long to think of one good thing about your day; it will ensure that I dig deep, and remain inspired. I have managed one day of ups and downs, and am still determined to keep up the creativity and motivation that pushed me to teach in the first place.

Today? Y7 started their Shakespeare scheme, and one of them was so enthused by the fact find race that he cracked his head open on a table. I’m not sure if that is quite the win that I was looking for, but I will take them where I can! Poor boy; safe to say, he was fine. I’m so confident, I have set up another speed race for them on Wednesday.

They produced research projects over Easter to explore William Shakespeare, and the quality of their work produced actual tears. One boy had his photo taken outside the RSC to include within his EIGHT PAGE booklet! I have got the Assistant Head and Pastoral team on board to come round and shower praise next lesson. They truly deserve it.

I have eight weeks left to remember how fantastic teaching really is, and to discard any of the negative experiences that I may have had last term. I completely forgot how in control of my own experience I am within this job, and I want to embrace that on a daily basis.

Find me @SaysMiss, or join me with #OneGoodThing!