So, I promised earlier in the week that I would explain the reason why my blog is not going to be daily. I’m a teacher. Now for those of you out there that are also teachers, that will be enough and explanation for you. For those of you aren’t teachers, and I am faced quite often with people who think that teaching is a nine until 3 o’clock job, I am going to explain why it takes so much of my time and leaves me with precious little time for anything else.
When I arrive at school about 7:45am, I start getting ready for the school day: setting up books, getting resources, discussing any issues that might have happened overnight with the children in our care, attending any meetings that might occur before school. At 8:30 I have to be in a classroom ready to start receiving children. The day then passes very quickly and it’s all a bit of a blur, break times are often spent supporting students complete homework who have not done it at home for some reason, usually lack of parental involvement, and at lunch time showing the children how to be able to play sensibly and at the same time making sure they are feeling safe. Again, I may need to be supporting children who need extra support with their work.
After school there is marking to do, it is not uncommon for me to have so where in the region of over 120 books to mark. If I’m not marking I might be making alterations to the next lesson because of the work that was completed that day, I might be having meetings with parents or meetings list of the members of staff. I usually get home at around about 6 to 6:30pm. My evening does not end there because I will often have support plans to write, resources to make for the following day, assessments to complete, or maybe do work for my subject leadership role. I also have to compile evidence to prove that I’m doing a good job because of teachers performance management. By the time I finish working it’s frequently 9 o’clock at night although it has been known to be as late as 11 or 12 o’clock. But this time I’m just so physically exhausted that have no mental capacity to do anything other than to sit in front of the TV for a while before heading up to bed.
I generally don’t get to sleep very well, because I am often thinking about the day I have just had or the day coming next. There are a lot of pressures on teachers in the form of observations and it is common at my school. It doesn’t seem that a week goes by without someone coming in to check up on people. In the past year this has gotten worse and my sleeping has had a serious dip. When I do manage to get to sleep, I grind my teeth so badly I’ve chipped one of my front teeth and I am unable to keep filling in it, I grind it loose in the night. I’m now having to have a crown which is a story for another day.
I decided to start my blog as a way to have something to do to take my mind off of this, enable me to destress and perhaps have a whinge about what happened so that I can have a good nights sleep. But the very last thing I found I want to do is to write my blog as I am so tired.
I often use the time in the bath to write my blog. I have an iPhone and I dictate what is that I want to say. This is actually quite time-consuming because my accent makes it very hard for my phone to understand and for some reason WordPress and editing doesn’t seem to go very smoothly when I use this process. Now, I know some of you might be thinking ‘Ew! How often she have a bath? She doesn’t blog very often!’ Well, the real question here is how often I get to have a bath alone. I’m a mum of three and the minute I get in the bath it seems like the bathroom is the place where the party is happening and invariably all three children come and see me! The youngest usually strips off and gets in too. It’s not really conducive to blog writing!
Teaching is a profession that are used to enjoy, I chose it. It was something I’d wanted to do since about the age of 14 and initially the job was just how I imagined it to be. Gradually, over time, the job has changed and is not the one there I thought it was. My children often say to me they want to be a teacher when they grow up. I actively discourage this. I do not want them to suffer the stress and pressure I have. So why don’t you get out? I hear you cry. Good question. Simple answer is I cannot afford to at my time of life. If I get out now, it’s that new career. I’ll be starting again at the bottom of the ladder and taking a big pay cut. I am the sole bread winner as my husband is a carer for our youngest. Don’t get me wrong, teachers aren’t on a huge wage; considering the number of hours that I do I am paid roughly £6 an hour (teaching isn’t paid hourly monthly wage and work out the hours according to this ). This isn’t significantly higher than a less demanding job. I’m stuck. If the government has anything to do with it, I am in this til I am almost 70. Joy.
And before you start in the holidays – I work right through. I end up having around 4 weeks off, that’s it.