#pgce diary

Wow, I have left this blog behind!

I’ve gone from having no time and being determine to update the blog to actually having a good amount of free time and not giving it a second thought! Strange how things work! Anyway, I think my batteries are nice and recharged from my first placement and I’m ready to roar once more. As if I needed to highlight the point any more but teachers needthose bloody…

I was writing some sticky notes to remind me to do some stuff and realised as I was writing how I had adjusted to the cursive writing style that the school I’ve been at since November. My ‘f’s look absolutely gorgeous if I say so myself…

Anyway, it got me thinking about the damned cursive ‘z’…seriously, that thing is a beast.

3 or z? Who cares, it sucks

I remember setting handwriting for the…

So, I broke the news.

After days of depressing rumours and weeks of intimate speculation, the confirmation had finally arrived. Mr Baines was leaving. Naturally, there was shock, disbelief and just complete devastation amongst the children in the room.

But seriously, a few kids were upset and they all went “Ohhhhhh” which was nice.

“Are you leaving for good Mr Baines?”

“Yes I’m afraid so.”

“But I…

One week to go and I sit here, admittedly burnt out, worn and tired but also oddly content. Satisfied. I’ve nearly made it. I’m on the home run, baby! Five days until lay ins galore! Well, 8am is gonna feel like a lay in anyway.

Twelve weeks have past since the day I first walked into this school and after nine weeks of teaching I can confidently reflect and assess my efforts. Whilst there is…

There’s always that one teacher. The one that shouts, roars at children so much that you can almost see the flames dashing out of their mouth. The rumour going round the playground is that satan actually dwells with this teachers soul and when they go home all they do it shout and shout some more…

What if I become THAT teacher.

Confession: I got genuinely angry at a child today. Okay, not like…

Drafted ferociously into Year 2 after a teacher had abandoned ship (seriously, they just didn’t come back after Christmas, ouch), I was drafted in to assist the poor years remaining teacher with the Swimming lesson. Just helping maintain order, get them on and off the coach, changed and then get them back again. Before I knew it I was alone with 20 six year old boys in a changing room trying to…

Big day on Wednesday, my first observed lesson. As in observed by my visiting tutor from university. Now, seeing as he’s supposedly on my team and he is in fact a lovely, genuine, down to earth person that is actually quite charming, I am still massively intimidated.

I’m not sure if that’s because if I have a dreadful lesson my reputation will be forever tarnished in the teaching world, I will…

So, I’m at the halfway point of this placement and a quarter of the way through the entire school-based training. Another five weeks of the 6am – 10pm grind before I can gently ease into the university world for a cosy 8am lay in.

Oh, if my sixteen year old self could see me now, seeing 8am as a lay in. Any time before midday was an early rising miracle. Hey, don’t judge me! Oh, to be young again.