New Year New Post

You might be forgiven for thinking that I had suffocated under a mountain of marking, malnourished by my diet of pot noodles and instant coffee from a lonely staffroom. But no, here I am, back having survived the first (delightful) placement, received my first essay back (passed, yey) and submitted my (humungous 5,000 word) second essay.  The bags under my eyes have receded. My family know me again. I have put in a pleasing number of hours in my pyjamas.  And I'm back to blogging.

Something I've learned is that teaching is a bit like learning to be a parent.  Before it happens you get anecdotes, advice and horror stories.  As soon as you hold that baby, or take your first class you get more anecdotes, advice and horror stories. Soon you start to realise that some of the advice in contradictory, and that people disagree on the best way forward. Sometimes the worst thing to do is to compare ourselves to others. And as you go along, you start to realise that sometimes the only right way to do things is your own way, one that means you can be yourself, and one that suits your class.  


I'm not saying I have it all sussed.  But I think that I'll find my own style as I get more confident...