We can rebuild him

With the reassuring words from my wife (“there are way more stupider people than you who are teachers”) I set off on my first day to school. I hadn’t felt this nervous since…well, my first day at school. In my overstuffed bag was a tambourine which shook with every step I took. It created the illusion that I was wearing cowboy spurs on my shoes. I only hoped the situation I was about to face was not reminiscent of the Wild West.

The Head teacher greeted me warmly and introduced me to the staff; nothing was said of our previous conversation. I received a phone call over the summer holidays while about to head off on a rollercoaster ride. To amuse my nephews I took the call. It was her. I managed to exchange pleasantries and confirm my attendance at the staff training day before I did a full 360.

As a warm up exercise the staff had to recreate a speed dating situation, but instead of exchanging sweet nothings we had to read out a fact about the school. I was given “All staff have 1000 photocopying units and should submit something in writing to the office should more be required”. No amount of soft lighting or mood music could make that sound seductive.

I was then picked on in the opening assembly by the Head teacher to have a pretend conversation with a teaching assistant. It was to highlight the noise level children should use to converse with during lunchtime; but with it sprung upon me and in front of the watching eyes of 700 children I produced a performance so wooden it was like someone had thrown a chair into the hall.

I entered the classroom and tried to ignore the previous night’s dream in which the children grew up and rebelled in front of my eyes. I had visited the school over the summer to set up the classroom. As is the case with the ‘new kid’ I had the smallest classroom and the last of the resources. With either black or brown wall coverings for options; my classroom looked reminiscent of a teenage Emo’s bedroom. I considered as punishment that any child caught misbehaving would be made to stare into the black void of my numeracy wall.

Sat down with my class for the first time I went into a kind of altered state of alertness that I never quite broke off from until a moment ago when I laid on the floor on my kitchen, breathed out and realised I’d finished my first week of teaching.

It had been a week of relentless and hectic lesson preparation, the answering of a myriad of questions, frantic marking at lunchtime (although I’ve now promised the kids I won’t do this, after returning Science books that smelt of Monster Munch), throwing up on the classroom walls the slightest bit of work and constantly smiling at parents, teachers and kids.

I have to count my blessings. Honeymoon period or not, I think I have been given a nice class. Although one child suggested their favourite meal was ‘piss and chips’ (she might be a frequently marooned mountaineer) and another that our class hymn should contain “Please God save us from any meteorites crashing through my home”.

I could be mistaken as some of the children have rather strong accents which I tend to mishear. In fact when the parents collect at the end of the day I equally struggle to decipher which child’s name they’re requesting. I’m tempted to pick the five children whose names closest resemble what I thought I’ve heard and ask the parent to choose.

Another class teacher was given a bracelet by one of her children, my class gave me half a dozen acorns, but I appreciated the sentiment. We like one another and at the end of the week as I read a story to them which featured a sea monster with my surname and there was much laughter. Then I produced the homework.

I bumped into another NQT on my way out. She wished she could click her fingers and fast forward to a month’s time when things should be easier. That doesn’t work though…does it? I just tried it. It doesn’t.

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11 thoughts on “We can rebuild him

  1. Heather Govier

    Loved your piece:-) I am the editor of a magazine aimed at Primary School Teachers called ‘Sharing Good Practice’. It is available from http://www.ictopus.org.uk . I would love to publish your experiences as a new teacher in the magazine – especially your reflections on your use of ICT to enhance the teaching and learning in your classroom. If you would be happy to share your thoughts in this way do please get in touch with me either through Facebook or through the contact us button on the ictopus website or by email direct to h.govier@btopenworld.com. I hope you’d like to write for us and look forward to hearing from you:-)

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  2. keepsmeoutofmischief

    The first week is always the hardest, even after twelve years! Laughter (with you rather than against you, obviously) is always a good sign! Hope the rest of your first term goes well. You could always turn the end of the day parent collection problem into a game – tell your children that they have to try to spot their parent coming towards you and be by your side before their parent gets there!

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  3. Iain Carruthers

    Tim – I’ve avoided working for an hour now while reading your entire blog. Inspirational and grounding in equal measures. I nearly coughed up my Weetabix laughing at the list of playground incidents.

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