from KM What do you remember about your very first day in the classroom? My first proper teaching job, with a proper contract was in Esher College. I’ve written fairly recently about my interview there, and how surprised I was to get the job. But that hurdle over, my Head of Department, Helena Fotherby, then […]Read Post ›
Have I said I always wanted to be a teacher? Many times, I hear you mutter. So boring, never wavering, always on about education.Et cetera, et cetera. Well, now is the time to admit, that isn’t entirely true. I’ll try and explain. In June 1976 I finally obtained my degree by the skin of my teeth from […]Read Post ›
Did you know I like reading? You probably are aware, as I seem to have been defined for most of my life as a bookworm, booklover, avid or voracious reader, etc etc. (Just quoting from memory from old school reports. They made their mark!) Anyway it is true, and over the years many people, family, […]Read Post ›
St Augustine’s Priory. Form III. The first year of senior school. It would be year 7 these days. I had just arrived, and was settling in to the boarding system, just about, but the classroom was another kettle of fish. Luckily I didn’t find any of the work at all difficult (apart form PE and […]Read Post ›
What can I remember? Probably not a lot and I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the actual memories, but I do remember my first form teacher. Mrs Nurse. She was very old and very tall and very grey haired and very nice. She taught my class English. But she was actually a PE teacher, and […]Read Post ›
for KM This is the title of the composition that my teacher daughter has set me, and I have to admit that the very word composition takes me right back to my desk at school, exercise book in from of me, pen in hand, excited by the title I am about to be given. I […]Read Post ›
Looking at this bowl this morning as it catches and reflects the light in the most beautiful ways, I was reminded of my sojourn in Reggio Emilia about fifteen years ago. People who knew me then will roll their eyes at this point, because I returned from a week’s educational course so full of unbearable […]Read Post ›
I’m in Valencia at the moment, having been whisked here by husband to try and forget about my impending cataract removal and to celebrate our 45th … Telephone
This photo came up in my Facebook memories today and it brought up many emotions and thoughts. I was a teacher for many years and from the turn of the millennium to 2014 I worked in a school for children with moderate learning difficulties. When I started there – I’ve written previously how that came […]Read Post ›
In 1981 I left my first “proper” job in order to become the perfect mother. No short term maternity leave for me, thank you very much. I was going to embrace the whole housewifely motherhood vibe wholeheartedly. Come to think of it, Surrey county council did actually offer to pay me two months salary if […]Read Post ›
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