One More Step Along the World I Go

WORK IN PROGRESS

I have a new job! I've been looking for a permanent job in the local authority which I now live in for about 4 years with no success. In these difficult times, even teaching jobs are really hard to come by. I have been commuting since my return to work in August and lately it has really started to wear me down. It's a hour each way on a good day but can often by an hour and 20 and that's before dropping Grumpinator at his childminders.

I've really had a lot going on in my personal and work life lately and I don't feel like I can blog about anything that has been upsetting me. This has been really frustrating and the reason for my lack of blogging. I even gave up/temporarily haulted my 366 project 3 weeks ago because my mind just wasn't clear at all.

I had a really awful day a fortnight ago, the details of which I can't discuss but at lunchtime I looked on the job site. I was astounded to see a permanent Support For Learning Teacher job in the council I live in. This is the first permanent job I have seen for about 2 years! I felt like it must be fate but the closing date was the next day.

I frantically filled in the application that night and got my references together. The application went in on time and by the following week I had an interview. I went to the interview on Tuesday and I felt that I had done pretty well considering that since having Grumpinator I've felt a little 'rusty' in the workplace.

Well, an hour after the interview they were phoning me at work. I got the job!

Great!

Brilliant!

Well, actually no.

It is brilliant that I have a new job, in the council I want to work in, in the job I've always planned on sidestepping into, in a lovely school with friendly staff but there is a BUT . . .

It's full time.

Now I know that there will be parents reading this who had no choice or indeed felt it was right for them to work full time so I mean no disrespect to you. I think these decisions are personal and different for everyone.

I suffered quite badly with post natal depression and really didn't enjoy the first year of motherhood so when faced with going back to work, I naturally choose part time. It's worked out OK financially and the 3 day working week was a refreshing balance with family life. I wasn't planning on ever going back full time. Well, at least not in the foreseeable future.

This job is a full time with a half day Friday. I'll still get my oodles worth of holidays to spend with him but I'm scared of losing the precious 'us' time. I've always felt that I had time to make up for with him as the first year of his life with so difficult.

What has made me feel worse is that everyone I've spoken to about the increase in hours has tilted their head to the side, raised their eyebrows and frowned a sympathetic look. I know that these reactions are unconscious and probably a reaction to my own body language regarding it but it doesn't help.

As my good friend Annie told me this week, it's 'one more step along the world I go' and I suppose it doesn't have to be forever. It's just another chapter in the ever changing book of life.

16/365 Teaching = hated profession

My earliest impression as a child of a teacher was probably the like the one from The Waltons. Someone who sees their job as a vocation, as a way of making a difference in the world. Someone who is willing to work for a modest pay without claiming hours of over time but willing to work through the night to provide their students with a quality education and be there as an emotional support and a listening ear.

This is how I approach my job. I never wanted to be a teacher, I just fell into it but I can honestly say that it is a job I love and that I get so much job satisfaction from. However, it isn't always easy and not all teachers are created equal. I am not without my faults. I can be messy, disorganised, forgetful and I sometimes fall behind on my paperwork. One thing that never suffers in my classroom though is the children's experience of learning. I try my best to give them a quality education on one hand but inject fun into the classroom on the other. Teachers used to be respected and well thought of but somewhere along the line they lost that respect. We are now criticized for not doing a good job, for having too short days and too long holidays. Teaching has become a hated profession where the minority of 'bad' teachers are tainting the reputation of the majority.

I was watching This Morning today where they were discussing the recommendation of changing the working pattern of teachers in England to work 6 days a week, 8am - 8pm (with the children in during these times to make childcare arrangements easier for parents) and to reduce the summer holiday to 4 weeks. Since when was school a babysitting service? If childcare is a problem why aren't the government focussing their energy on making it cheaper and more accessible. As a working mum myself (soon to be anyway) I understand these pressures but I don't feel it's the school responsibility. I wouldn't want him in school for that length of time. I think children need down time, away from school and teachers. They need family time and it is equally important as education. Going abroad or spending time exploring the world outside school is equally educational (Or so parents claim when they want to take their kids out of school for a holiday!). 

In Scotland, we do actually get paid for a 35 hour week (it works out about 7 hours a day) but there are few teachers who work 8 - 3 or 9 -4. If I were to work these hours I would never get anything done! We also have hours over and above this to attend meetings and training thoughout the year. In my first couple of years as a teacher I was in school for 8am and rarely left before 7pm. Now I do what I can until 5.20pm when my school now closes and I take the rest home. Normally working until 8pm. Over the year there will be times when I also work weekends. The 'work' I am doing is marking, preparation, assessment, reporting, planning. If you are doing it right there is no way that it can be done in school time. I spend my school time tidying up, meeting parents, attending school meetings, liaising with support for learning, tracking down resources etc.

The majority of teachers work our arses off so where did it all go wrong? A lot of the parents who I speak to will say to me 'yeah yeah you have a hard job with all your holidays!!' closely followed with 'Yeah but I couldn't do your job!'