An Old teacher thinks ...

When I say an Old Teacher, I do not mean that I have been teaching for a very long time.

Well, not in the paid professional sense.

What I mean was that I was older when I started teaching in a primary school, and I am even older now. So that means I am at the relatively early days of my career, 5 years at this date, and I already feel too old for all this nonsense!

Recently, I was lucky enough to be on the staff interviewing panel for a new Head. Now, I can go on a bit, and I certainly could of the interview process, but that is for another day. What is important here was one of the interviewees said they had become a teacher because teaching young children was something they found joyous, and that even now, so many more years on from those early days, they still found the classroom experience a joyous one. And that is similar to how I feel about it, and why despite these old creaking bones, I drag my carcass up every morning to do battle with the youth of today.

That and a shocking pension pot!

I have started this blog for a number of reasons. It appears that books and blogs seem to be the way educators communicate their more complex thoughts and ruminations, and a blog that is something I think I can do. I think too much, so I often have things I need to share in order to help my own thoughts. Also, I recently lost contact with someone who was the perfect foil in this, the Plato to my cynical Socrates (or maybe a Sgt Cotton to my Corporal Nobbs), so I am afraid th'interwebz will have to be my companion on this journey. I have never wanted to be famous, or considered a national expert or Tsar, I only want to be useful and the only thing I have that is vaguely useful in this crazy world are the pieces of thinking-shrapnel rattling around in my head.

Thank you.