I was delighted a few years ago when my daughter told me she had decided to follow me into education.
Teaching primary school kids for 7 years was a joy for but didn’t provide me with a path forward.
Leaving proved wise as so much that restricted me, or perhaps that I had allowed to restrict me, disappeared overnight.
Looking back has never been an option but folk have asked me if I ever felt like returning.
Schooling in my country is a different animal to the place I left in ’94.
An ever changing curriculum and increasing demands on teachers make it a place to consider leaving rather than returning to.
Now I hear that unqualified professionals from industry and trade will be fast tracked into class rooms. I shudder.
This evening she was struggling with Educational Theorists and I was delighted an a little surprised to find it all flowing back as we chatted about an assignment.
Learning is living and I have to confess I have let it die a bit in recent years.
French Evening lessons in 2005 tickled my grey cells and I still learn new things from the internet, for what that’s worth.
Hats off to my efriend Pam (aka Mushy Cloud) for perservering with her studies.
