Tomorrow is February. Tomorrow I get to start again. I've decided this.
January was a complete mess. The Boy was ill, the Man was ill, I was ill (although not as badly as them) and nothing got done properly except moaning and whining and feeling alternately angry and miserable. I rocked at that.
One of my few highlights was #bett2017 and even that was weird this year. (I must finish that post. See. Not finished something. That's January all over.)
I started #writing365 and didn't do anything much after the first two weeks. So, do I write off the rest of the year or do I say "Hey, I'm going to run my year February to February"? From the title of this post, I think you can see which I'm going to choose.
This is a somewhat dodgy metaphor for where I am in teaching at the moment. There's a lot going on I don't agree with, but a lot that I do. However, I've had an important realisation. I've been teaching 18 years, and I've survived a lot of initiatives. I've even seen off the Literacy Hour so I'll outlive the bits I don't like now as well, and in between time I will just have to make it work.
If I don't, I run the risk of being "That Teacher." The one who is older than the others, always has *that* cup or *that* chair, disagrees with everything because that's not how it was done in her day, or when Mr So-and-so was head, or whatever. I am not that person. I am, admittedly, not the young, freshfaced NQT who thought whole class painting was a good idea, but am I ready to be the grumbling old cynic? I say no, and I say this is an active choice that I actively have to make and I actively have to act on.
Cousin Helen (the amazingly saccharine sweet invalid aunt of Katy in "What Katy Did") said "Everything in the world has two handles. Didn't you know that? One is a smooth handle. If you take hold of it, the thing comes up lightly and easily, but if you seize the rough handle, it hurts your hand and the thing is hard to lift. Some people always manage to get hold of the wrong handle."
I have to actively look for the smooth handle. I also have to do it in a way that doesn't seem like I am being sarcastic or taking the proverbial, as I was accused of this week when I overtly agreed with SLT something because I have to make this work (and yes, a little part of my teacher soul withered and died at my selling out, but I told it to wait, for "this too shall pass")
So. February. 28 days of smiles. 28 days of writing. 28 days of looking for smooth handles and actively making the right choice.
Yeah. I've got this. Tomorrow.... (One more day to be a grump!)