Buzz words that you may or may not associate with teachers. Since I’ve been at this school, I have noted how teachers constantly put students before themselves (which you would hope if you were a parent) but, I just don’t think that I would be able to do this in the long run. They sacrifice their precious free time to mark books, send emails, create lesson plans and have meetings, all the while getting more and more tired as the days are counted towards the summer holidays. But this is far from true; teachers relish in the pressure, and despite all of the hard work and stress, sleepless nights and early mornings, if a teacher can make one small difference to one child, their job is complete. They love it.
And then there’s me. Now, before you jump to any sort of conclusions, please bear in mind that I do like my job and I’m grateful for this opportunity because it has given me a taster of something that I might want to do in life. It just turns out that I don’t. I don’t fancy the idea of taking a huge stack of books home every night; I want to leave work at work and at 22 I’m still in quite a self-centered phase of wanting to progress my own intelligence rather than improve others’. Horrible aren’t I? Actually, no I don’t think so. My defense is that everybody is different, we all lead different lives and we all want to achieve different things. I am testing the waters at the minute with different opportunities, I’m trying teaching, I’ve tried film, waitressing and working in a museum. I also plan to try out writing, dressmaking and probably standard office work. I don’t want to settle just yet, I’m still young! I want to go back to uni if we’re honest, but who has the money?