I miss teaching ...
I last taught mid November 2016, I broke down mentally at lunchtime and then as I took my form's afternoon register and had to send a pupil for a colleague to take over. Two days later I resigned as I knew it was over.
Twenty eight years, 120 days and I am now NOT a teacher.
Teaching brought me and the family to move to the Isle of Purbeck in Dorset for which I shall be eternally grateful as it provided the impetus.
My new life - I work part time two days a week hiring boats out to the public for a local operator. I declared myself an artist based on feedback I have had over the last two years and have started to form my own art business - it's a long term project self funded by an old policy that wasn't going to mature anymore. I love my new life and the freedom I have.
But, I keep having dreams where I am in new schools, classrooms and I teach but it goes wrong, I am overwhelmed by systems etc. I awake distressed and like this morning I realise how much I miss that contact working with young people and sharing about my subject and various other subjects I find myself passing on.
I do not want to go back to the classroom as systems over the last ten years and the pressure of external hoops that kept moving gradually worked through my mental / emotional reserves. They are starting to recover but I still grieve for teaching.
I shall attend my last event linked to teaching and meet up with friends gained over the last five years online and at similar events at #pedagoohampshire17 where I can review how I put my plans into action over the last year where my learning curve has been steep.
If you have read this and still teach I wish you well, teaching needs longer term staff as well as the new youngsters, I am just sad that I had to stop earlier than expected.