I started back to school last week after a fortnight off for Christmas. (Note to non-teachers: I’m not even going to try to justify teachers’ holidays – get over it and move on!) I realised when I started last Monday that I was out on a course on Wednesday. Happy days! I’d forgotten all about it.
The course was held in W5 which is an interactive discovery centre, much visited by school trips. During our seminar some primary school kids on one of the aforementioned trips walked past our room, rapped the window and waved in. They were just being friendly, but the teacher in me wanted to go out and remonstrate with them. Some other teachers on the course later said they felt like doing the same. I have been teaching so long that I think I am institutionalised and I find I act out my role in the real world. My daughter often remarks, “Dad, stop being a teacher.”
I was in town with my daughter and spoke briefly to a friend. My daughter asked if he was a teacher and when I asked her how she knew she said, “You can spot teachers a mile away”
Can anyone tell me what it is that identifies a teacher? Mind you, I have noticed if I am out for a meal with friends that it’s always a teacher who takes charge of the menu and divides out the bill.
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Besides the chalk dust, the red pen, the glasses pushed down low on the nose and the sweater vests? Really nothing. :)
Chalk? What's chalk? I have been using an interactive whiteboard for some time now. Also, I've invested in a pair of varifocal glasses as the other pair were tickling the end of my nose. There is a problem with the heating in my school lab so I'm thinking of buying thermal underwear.
Oh dear. I believe I am showing my age. I should know better, my kids teachers use the interactive whiteboards as well.
Perhaps you smelllike chalk? It is in your dna...that may be the give away!
Sniff! Sniff! ..... no, I don't smell anything. Although I sometimes think that all those years of using the stuff has built up a layer of chalk in my lungs :(
Actually, and I really mean this, I truly believe teaching is a gift. It is a much unappreciated and very underpaid job.
I am surprised you didn't whip out the red pen on my mistakes though...
:0
That should read:
...my kid's teachers...
...smell like...
:)
Vote Dana for Prime Minister!
I had a teacher moment last night funny enough. I was at the Alison Moyet concert and people kept shouting out requests and questions in between songs over the top of each other and it was a desperate racket.
I had a dreadful urge to stand up and tell them to put their hands up and wait their turn!
I see nothing dreadful in that.
Dana's got my vote.
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