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Working in a school is great
7th July 2023
This week I had the privilege of attending a Surrey conference at Wisley RHS. The venue was beautiful and as I strolled up to the meeting room within the grounds, I took a moment to enjoy the beautiful landscape around me. I enjoy my own garden, but it is definitely a work in progress and in reality, I don't actually have a clue! House plants wither and die and even my hardy outdoor hydrangeas are looking a bit worse for wear. Rather than blaming my own lack of care I tend to blame the weather, the central heating or the hose pipe ban!
I considered the amount of care and attention that it must take to create a landscape as beautiful as RHS and was told a story about gardeners moving plants into safe havens during WW2 to ensure the plants survived any attack that might befall the grounds. Wow, these must be workers who are committed to their role and truly love the plants that they care for.
Nurture and passion are at the heart of the teaching profession just like those gardeners. We take the very youngest children into our nursery classrooms and allow them to flourish through the care and experiences we provide. As they grow into young adults, ready to strike out independently we can take pride in all they have achieved in a relatively short space of time. At this end of the school year, we can see the impact of all the effort we, and they, have afforded over the years.
This week, my fifteen-year-old daughter, has been on work experience. She has always been adamant that teaching is not for her however she has spent the last five days in Year Two. Day one was reading and telling the time, day two working with a pupil in need of some additional help with spelling, day three we chatted over dinner, and she said 'I think I could be a primary teacher, helping the boy with his spellings was really nice. He was using playdoh and was really proud that we spelt them together.' I refrained from fist pumping the air (I have always said she would make a fantastic teacher) but would be delighted if one day in the future she decided that this was the profession for her. Seeing the pride she took in making a difference took me back to why I became a teacher too.
So, in these last two weeks of term we all need to dig deep and ensure we remain rooted and focused on the end goal, enjoy professional nourishment by celebrating our successes and turn our faces to the sun when we finally get to stop!
Working in a school is great!
This week I had the privilege of attending a Surrey conference at Wisley RHS. The venue was beautiful and as I strolled up to the meeting room within the grounds, I took a moment to enjoy the beautiful landscape around me. I enjoy my own garden, but it is definitely a work in progress and in reality, I don't actually have a clue! House plants wither and die and even my hardy outdoor hydrangeas are looking a bit worse for wear. Rather than blaming my own lack of care I tend to blame the weather, the central heating or the hose pipe ban!
I considered the amount of care and attention that it must take to create a landscape as beautiful as RHS and was told a story about gardeners moving plants into safe havens during WW2 to ensure the plants survived any attack that might befall the grounds. Wow, these must be workers who are committed to their role and truly love the plants that they care for.
Nurture and passion are at the heart of the teaching profession just like those gardeners. We take the very youngest children into our nursery classrooms and allow them to flourish through the care and experiences we provide. As they grow into young adults, ready to strike out independently we can take pride in all they have achieved in a relatively short space of time. At this end of the school year, we can see the impact of all the effort we, and they, have afforded over the years.
This week, my fifteen-year-old daughter, has been on work experience. She has always been adamant that teaching is not for her however she has spent the last five days in Year Two. Day one was reading and telling the time, day two working with a pupil in need of some additional help with spelling, day three we chatted over dinner, and she said 'I think I could be a primary teacher, helping the boy with his spellings was really nice. He was using playdoh and was really proud that we spelt them together.' I refrained from fist pumping the air (I have always said she would make a fantastic teacher) but would be delighted if one day in the future she decided that this was the profession for her. Seeing the pride she took in making a difference took me back to why I became a teacher too.
So, in these last two weeks of term we all need to dig deep and ensure we remain rooted and focused on the end goal, enjoy professional nourishment by celebrating our successes and turn our faces to the sun when we finally get to stop!
Working in a school is great!
