Having time back in the classroom reminds me of why I went into this profession in the first place. Being in the classroom, not just taking groups, is something that you really begin to miss when you become a non-teaching headteacher. Over the past few weeks, I have been in and out of the classroom much more than normal. I have probably been teaching more than I have been in the office. When you get back into the office, say after covering for three straight days, you realise how far behind you are in other things, but teaching is the core of what we do. It is the very essence of school. If you want to get to know the children, really get to know the children, you go into the class and teach.
When I first started as a head, it was very difficult to get out of the office because of everything that I had to get straight, paperwork that I needed to get in place, documents that needed to be written, procedures that had to be sorted, etc, etc. When next year rolls around, everything hopefully should be in place and I can begin regularly getting into the classroom more and more.
The classroom is where it all happens, it is where children are ignited with excitement and fervour for learning, where topics come alive and your stomach twirls with the joy of completing projects, assignments and other endeavours. It is where the magic happens……
There is nothing like the comfort of a classroom, the walls decorated with children’s work, examples of good work, the latest art work; to create an atmosphere of excellence, a haven for words, numbers and learning, a kaleidoscope of colours.
Teaching is where we all started, we all began in a classroom, we all have our memories – some more vivid than others.
Teaching and learning, what memories do these words conjure up for you?