#Blogtober18 Day 5 Education
So here we are at day 5, which is #worldteachersday.
I have had lots of memorable teachers throughout my schooling and there have certainly been some teachers that have helped my children more than others, I always think its fascinating that all of these different people choose to go into the same career but they all have such a different effect on the children that they teach!
There are no two teachers that approach a subject the same, some do it in an entertaining, fun way, others teach it exactly how it is written in the books, I wonder which get the better results ?
I was only talking with my mum yesterday about when I started school, I hated it! I used to cry and cling to my mum’s leg every single day, yet I can still remember my first ‘big school’ classroom and the teacher Mrs Norman (yet I can hardly remember what I had for breakfast yesterday!). After six months at that school in Kent, my parents moved to Essex and I attended a much smaller village primary school, and I loved it!
My reception teacher was called Mrs Tabersham and she was the most, kind, gentle teacher who made the start of school non scary and a fun place to be, next was Mrs Lumley, she was the deputy head of the school and everyone said she was super scary, but I thought she was great, she worked us all really hard but we all did so well.
Year 3 was Mrs Spall the music teacher who always played the piano in the morning assemblies, I only spent 6 months in her class as I was deemed to be quite clever (who knew) and they moved me up to year 4 six months early, I spent 18 months with Mrs Forth, one of my very favourite teachers, who pushed me to do spelling tests for 11 year olds, but in a way that I never felt pressured.
Year 5 was Mr Smith who was hilarious and made the entire school year fun and exciting, he gave us all a nickname at the start of the year based on our initials, mine were AL, so I spent the next two years at that school being known as Albert!! I had my first big school trip, a week in the Isle of Wight, although i’m not sure i’d let any of my children go away for that long at the age of 10, but it was different ‘back in the old days’, my final year of primary school was with Mrs James a welsh lady that had us all learning to sing songs in welsh, funny enough I can still remember some of the words….
The headteacher of the school was called Mr James and he was wonderful, an absolute giant of a man with a heart of gold, he knew each and every one of his pupils, and always had time to listen, he was also rather keen on amateur dramatics and every Christmas we would perform a play, with him sometimes taking on the role of a giant!
I guess my point from the beginning of the post is that even if your child cries and doesn’t like school at the moment, they will look back on it in years to come with fondness.