Finally it has come to me, I found out what it is I want to be doing for the rest of my life, it has only taken me 23 years to come to this conclusion, so why now, two and a half years in am questioning myself. Do I want to teach? Well this is me all over, straight into a defence mechanism. "If I don't like it I don't do it" my moto. So what do I do when ambition clashes with motto?
Training = Putting yourself in a vulnerable position, asking people to criticise you (practical criticism they call it)
Tomorrow is day one of my third year training, so part self indulgent, part therapy I have decided to “blog” my progress, so my diary is going to consist of two placement days tomorrow and the 11th of December then the big one, the block starting on the 12th of January.
So here goes the Belle de Jour of teaching. The nitty gritty of school life. What really goes on behind those school gates. Is it the beautiful place you tell yourself when you drop your children off there, here’s your chance to find out.
Oh nearly forgot I’m a born worrier, imagine the average worrier and I don’t know times it by about 756. (My lucky number is 56, long story and one day I might even write it down).
Worries:
• Will I get there on time?
• Will there be parking?
• Will my teacher be nice?
• Will she know what I am supposed to be doing?
Answers revealed tomorrow.
