I remember that feeling from three years ago: two months into a shiny new course and about to be placed in my first school. That feeling of trepidation and fear. Is it a rough school? I’ve heard it’s a rough school, what if I can’t teach the kids? What if they don’t listen?
I kept going through all the tactics and tricks I had been taught during lectures the day before my first. How many of them would I have to use? Did I have an escape plan?
Now three years later and I’m in my final school. The first years on my course are a week away from beginning the journey I am now close to finishing. Am I ready? Probably not, but as I continue my journey through student to NQT and beyond I’ll be here and maybe in thirty years time I’ll be ready. Until then I’ll just feel like I’m starting out. Every single day.
