
I loved school. LOVED it with a passion. I have many friends I have asked what their memories are about school, and it is sad to say they are not pleasant ones (on the most part). I am yet to find a friend who loved school as much as I did.
There are many reasons why. The teaching style didn't suit them, we all remember the chalk and talk method that was so prominent. Lessons had no link to their interests. Lots of reasons and probably lots of blogs. What made the difference that made me enjoy school and everyone else I know hating it? Probably because I am a linguistic and spatial learner. School provided lessons that suited me just fine. Moving on...
Recently I was at a friends house having a coffee, and we were chatting about school and teachers. He is another one that didn't enjoy school, he gave some of the many reasons I have heard many a time. But he gave an additional reason which has had me thinking for the past couple of days. He had some comments about teachers and his portrayal of them that made me cringe. I had to agree with him.
He said:
Teachers seemed to always look down on us, like "we're" up here and you students are down there. The way they dressed, the way they stood, the way they wore their glasses, the way they held their coffee cup...
Interesting isn't it...
Why is it we are constantly reminded about our need to act like professionals? Even in uni it was a major focus. I recently received a phone call from a parent 'thanking' me for playing a game in the classroom. It's so nice for them to be kids and have fun... she commented. Yea... I lost sight of that. I was too focused on fitting in all the curriculum. Hindsight, and reflection has taught me much this year.
I've spent some time thinking about the teachers I work with. One made me laugh... Mrs R. She always has a coffee cup in her hand but I doubt she ever gets to drink any lol. I have no clue how many mugs she has but they have been sighted all over the school, literally. She is in another block, and another floor level!!! One of her mugs was found outside my room just last week. My class had a laugh about it, then one of them volunteered to courier it back to her. I love it, that she is just that little bit 'crazy,' it sure makes me smile.
I'm definitely not one of them professional looking teachers. I'm in jeans and a shirt, messy hair and constantly losing my sunnies. I like to think I am approachable for the kids. I did wear a skirt and top with my hair done up one day, and had many comments about how different I looked. I was asked why I was all dressed up. I actually had a date after work (lets not go there... disaster!!!). But I simply replied "no reason. Just felt like it". Maybe, every now and then is o.k for me. Every day would make me mental.
Yes there are definitely limits. For goodness sake cover yourself up, no need for bits and pieces to be on display. Hmm yes I do dress appropriately with this in regard.
I often think about what students will remember about me. These comments made by my friend made me think about my favourite teachers. It was the crazy ones I remember most fondly. They are the ones where life lessons stick out the most.
Mr Bell. Who had a hollowed out old car put into the playground for play equipment. We had the best school fairs, with horse drawn carts and games and laughter. Every parent came.
I used to kick my shoes off the second I got to school and run down to the paddock and talk to the cows.
Mr Bell was the teacher to 26 kids. He was also the only teacher in the school. He was my year 3 teacher, year 3 was made up of 4 kids. IMAGINE that!!! It was the BEST school I ever went to. Mr Bell taught kids from kindergarten to year 6 in one room, and yet me, a year 3 kid still managed to learn and have fun. What an achievement.
There are more. Another time.
I think I am going to be one of them teachers that resists the whole 'professional' thing. How about you?