Tuesday 23 February
Classic middle of the week. Get up, go to work, come home, eat, crash. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a good day, but I’ve missed the outdoors and the ability to get out and enjoy it. Came home and watched the football on the telly, still no fans allowed, it’s been the weirdest of seasons.
One of the great things about being a teacher is the breaks we get. I stopped trying to justify them to other people a long time ago. “Yeah, it’s great. Why? Don’t you get the same number of days as we get?” I would say to counter my non-teacher friends and acquaintances. “Oh, you should have become a teacher, instead of a banker/accountant/financier (basically anyone earning more than me).
I don’t get the six figure salary, or the bonuses, or any of the other perks of their jobs. I don’t get to leave my work at work, or ease into each day with a trip to Starbucks. But I do get to do a job I know impacts positively on others lives, does good and fills my soul-cup each day.
Teaching is a tough gig. It rewards, yes, but it can also tear you up in the heart and the head. But would I swap it for something else? None of the jobs I mentioned above, that’s a fact.
Dealing with the fall-out of yesterday’s announcements from the government today. Still lots of detail to be delivered around testing, exams, catch-up learning. This week we will re-adjust the risk assessment whilst also keeping staff focussed on the teaching and learning.
And still, outside my office window, the birds feed and sing, and flutter from branch to food to branch again. And I am thankfully doing a job that is hard work, but refills my cup everyday.
Just laying in bed with a book and the radio on. Colchester United have just announced that they have sacked the manager. It was coming.
The Bald Birder 