I hit the sack
I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back
Yes, I’m let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging about
I’ve been looking at the sky
‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I never die
I got nine lives
Abusin’ every one of them and running wild
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well, I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
I have been a tad quiet on here due to an experience where my whole purpose was questioned. I was made to feel like I couldn’t teach and – being the reflective worrier that I am – I began to believe it.
Sat ,dreading the end of PrimaryRocksLive17, I remember listening to Michael Tidd . During his assessment speech, one piece of advice stuck with me on a never-ending loop: something along the lines of, ‘you might just need to try a different school’ (forgive the paraphrasing…!) These words constantly rang sharply in my ears:
> Every time I picked up the phone to the union.
> Every time I cried during the day.
> Every time I became stressed about what other job I could do other than teaching.
I am glad that I was otherwise surrounded by the teachers, children and parents that I was, or I genuinely envisage that I’d be working outside of education currently.
So here I am. I’ve landed my first Head of Year post in a very large local school, which I can cycle to every day now. I’m nearly one term down and I’m loving it. Working hard to find balance between leadership and teaching, but thriving on the challenge. There’s also a helluva lot of amazing stuff that they are doing here and I’m going to have to spend a good amount of time sharing their amazing practice here to spread the word.
I’m back in black*
*(technically green most of the time…ginger rules)
Anyway. Massive thanks to the Tidd for those words which have never rung truer. Massive thanks to those who ring me with solid advice and a well-worn ear when I send a text and they know I need to rant. And obviously a massive thanks to the below Primary Rocks reprobates for always being there and checking in when they know the fan has been well and truly piled on (delicious imagery there).