Prac. ended today. A great, really great, experience. I went into it with some questions, wondering if my last prac. experience (not a completely positive one) was a reflection of me as a teacher or me as a new teacher. With the resounding success that this prac. was, I have no questions about wanting to be a teacher now.
I was never one of those people that had ‘that’ calling to the profession. If you’ve done an education degree, as 90% of the people who read this blog have, you will know the type of person:
“I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. For as long as I can remember.”
“I really want to change the world, and I’m going to do it as a teacher!”
“I love teaching” I’m so good, I’m so great. I’m going to teach anyone anything, and anywhere!”
Yeah, those annoying people. I was never one. I didn’t fall into education by accident, but it was always my second choice. I realised quickly that it should have been my first choice. But now I’m 100% behind my decision.
Even the bad and low points in this prac. – the same sort of things that really got me down on the last prac. – were important learning experiences. Dare I say it, they were even enjoyable in a twisted sort of way.
And the staff that I was working under, and alongside, were truly great. I was at Moorebank High, and the English faculty there is seriously talented. It’s in the process of going over to partially selective, so keep an eye on it in the future.
Come Monday, I will have worked for 41 days straight. A new personal best. But, to be honest, prac. hardly felt like work sometimes.