This artist’s impression of the former French teacher known as ‘Mr. M’ was drawn at the peak of his career by some of his year 9 students. (Bless ’em)
The PGCE teacher training course I was on… Didn’t Work Out™ .
And so here I am: a half-digested excretion of the further education system, with time on my hands. I’ve tried washing the stuff off but it seems to be sticking, so this is a good opportunity to bust out the old writin’ fingers once again; fragile, atrophied twiglets that they are after half a year of no use… Not to worry though – plenty of opportunity to practice, and this blog is getting back up and running!
If I had knocked out an entry over the past six months it would have been eye-strainingly awful. The PGCE course is a ravenous beast and time is its very favourite chow, as a result any entry would have been dull, rushed and full of me bitching about not getting any sleep. However, I wouldn’t want you to think you’ve missed out on anything, so here’s a quick summary of my life since December:
December – Avatar rocks me ’till I’m blue in the face, then I go on my own journey to exotic climes: Thailand. I wage war upon the native curry and beer populations, prevent my cousin from stealing Thai babies as part of her nefarious scheme to gain citizenship, and, less entertainingly, witness a murder at a beach rave.
January – At university, learning new and exciting teaching super powers.
February – Teaching in a new school. Powers begin to wane. Kryptonite clearly present in the canteen meals.
March/April/May – Realise problem might not be Kryptonite. Failing to eat; to sleep; the course.
June – End of the line. Punctuate, and press life’s Enter key. Start new paragraph.
Total number of creative writing ideas : 0
Students who have learned French: 110
The last little thing I can be proud of, at least. And now we’re up to date. To expand just a little, I was struggling to keep up with paperwork, and students weren’t getting enough learning out of the material I was presenting. Hard as I might try, I couldn’t seem to rectify these issues satisfactorily enough for the course supervisors, and with this being a 66% timetable, it was decided that with only 3 weeks to go of the course, a) I would not be able to make the necassary progress and b) even if I scraped through, it wouldn’t be beneficial for my health in the long run, and I’d probably not pass the NQT year anyway. Joyous, right? If I can’t be a good teacher, then I don’t think I should be a teacher at all, so for better or worse, Mr. M the French Teacher is no more. Rising from the ashes… who knows?
Let’s find out, shall we? 😉