In 1958 I chose to do two years at a teacher training college instead of three at university. At 20 I was teaching juniors in Camberwell, South East London. A flat mate had 50 nine year olds in her North London class. A school friend went to Cambridge, got her degree, then tried teaching infants in inner city Birmingham. She still says that was the hardest year of her life! By 26 I was deputy head, then acting head, of a Midlands infant school. For a couple of years after that I worked in a bookshop and, later, a care home.
By 40 I was working in comprehensive schools. Back in primary I taught junior classes then English Second Language groups, until, at 60, I worked part time for a few years before I went on supply. At the time the oldest supply teacher was in his 90s! I also volunteered to run a weekly drama afternoon at my GD’s junior school.
Five years ago I became a performance poet and even spent a happy though exhausting day in school writing poems with enthusiastic infant classes.
When I went into self isolation last March I reluctantly left Coram Beanstalk. For over two years I had so much enjoyed volunteering for this excellent organisation supporting individual Year 1 pupil one to one.
I’ve always enjoyed teaching and am sad to no longer be likely to have opportunities to work in schools. Obviously I saw a lot of changes and increased paperwork and tick boxes. Some, four year trained, younger teachers were shocked that I had no degree. One also asked me when I was retiring!
I think it was Ted Wragg who said the National Curriculum had stifled the joyful spontaneity of the junior school. Ofsted seemed to me to change teaching from a co-operative profession to a competitive one about 20 years ago.
Luckily there are still great teachers who, in spite of exhaustion, still care about their pupils and ignite sparks of enthusiasm!