Reasons why teaching is awesome

1. You get to spend LITERALLY all day talking about books and stories which is basically what makes us human , creates relationships, consciousness, and empathy. It’s the thing that makes us amazing 2. You get to make young people confident. In a way that you weren’t at their age and still aren’t, really, and maybe they’re faking it too but goddamn they can argue their point well 3. You spend your day with intelligent thoughtful people who always challenge you. Staff and students. Who ask ‘whys Macbeth worried about legacy? Or ‘do you know whether that’s from the Latin …

How to manage time well – use the Eisenhower box

A few quick posts coming up in the next few days about how to manage time and Get Stuff Done. The end of the summer term is always differently busy and at the moment I’m juggling being out on training days, having trainees come in for interviews, all the mocks for those not in years 11 and 13, plus a whole host of activities across the school. Oh, and most of my normal teaching timetable and trying to do some department planning for September. Time’s always pressured, as students or teachers. There’s planning, essays, marking, writing, reading, and everything else …

Poetry Friday: Frost at Midnight (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here Frost at Midnight The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. ‘Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood, With all …

Poetry Friday: The Mother, by Gwendolyn Brooks

A difficult one to read, but a powerful poem often is.  Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here   The mother Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave …

Poetry Friday: The Thought Fox (Ted Hughes)

Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here   THE THOUGHT-FOX I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And again now, and now, and now Sets neat prints into the snow Between trees, and warily a lame Shadow …