It’s day 3 of Writing 101 and day 4 of my new job.
Because I’ve got a new job.
So I slightly regret signing up for Writing 101 because I’m struggling for time as I adapt to a new role, even though the new role is basically the same as one I did three years ago, which is that of a classroom teacher of maths. I’m a bit out of practice. Three years ago it was a job I could do in my sleep (and I frequently did) but I’m having to be a bit more on my game at the moment.
In the intervening years I was the head of an alternative education provision for students who didn’t quite fit in to mainstream education. Head teacher would be a grander title than the role deserved but according to the Department For Education website, that is what I officially was. It was a job I loved and indeed, once enough time has passed, I will probably write about it on this blog, but for the moment I’m going through a mild period of adjustment and it would feel odd to write about those experiences. It’s a shame because there are a lot of great stories from the last three years that deserve to be told but for now they remain secrets shared between me and my former colleagues.
Ultimately I left because there was a discrepancy between the pay I received and the level of responsibility I had. Plus I’d hit a glass ceiling in terms of career development opportunities. I had to leave. I was frankly spending too much time at work and not enough time at home with the person that I love the most in the world. And that’s not a good scenario if you’re being paid a huge salary – for what I was earning it was madness.
I did vaguely regret leaving without somewhere to go on to and it certainly made my recent few weeks off work slightly less relaxing than they might have been as there was the distinct possibility that I could have started this September without any kind of employment. I don’t deal well with uncertainty.
Nonetheless I knew I’d probably be able to find work teaching maths while I looked for my next career move and that’s what has ended up happening. The kids in my new school are great, but it’s a temporary set up. I’m a supply teacher covering while they recruit a permanent teacher. And given that I have no intention of applying for the role, it will come to an end but it gives me time to find something that I really want to do. I’m not a bad mainstream school teacher but my skill-set is better suited to working with the more dysfunctional kids within the system.
My current levels of fatigue have been augmented by the fact that I managed to have a minor collision as I reversed my little car out of my driveway last Friday. The damage to the car was less than the damage to my ego (as the accident was entirely my fault) but I damaged the driver’s side wing mirror, which has meant that my car is not currently road ‘legal’. So I’ve been getting the bus to work. Which has meant an earlier start to the day than I’m comfortable with to avoid being late (because public transport is not always reliable) and also to avoid sharing the same bus as the schoolkids. Because it can be a bit weird teaching a kid if you sat next to them on the bus earlier that day.
I should have my car back by Friday and that’ll make life a bit easier. It’s certainly made me appreciate what a genuine treasure my little antiquated automobile really is.
But enough about about my current travails and on to today’s assignment. I need to write a post inspired by one of the following words:
Nope, I’ve got nothing…