I had a strange and vivid dream last night: I had gone back to my previous school to teach three days a week. The classroom was a double room, in which I taught with a nice, energetic, young teacher. I started at the beginning of the second term so the classroom was already in controlled chaos. To add to the first-day-back excitement, there was a Hallowe'en Haunted House show (six months early) coming to perform for the school that afternoon and they were setting up in my classroom. Just before I woke up I remember walking to the staff room, checking behind me to be sure I could find my way back to the room because there had been some new build since I was there, and wondering if I was supposed to be on playground duty. I shrugged and thought to myself, 'They should have given me an induction so I knew the yard duty schedule. The principal will probably be angry and petty about it, but I can laugh that off because they didn't provide the information. I'm going for lunch!' I enjoyed working with the younger students, but the same old stress and dysfunction were still evident at the school. I woke up certain that I need to take the teacher wellbeing article to writing group (see below) and try to get it published in a magazine for educators.
31/100 – Twitter – Can't decide what to take to writing group tomorrow: non-fiction article about teacher well being or a synopsis for a half-developed novel.
* I've decided that part of the point of this posting every day is to make my blog more active. The same goes for Twitter, which I hardly ever remember to post on so that's why I've now added it
to the mix for days when I can't think of anything longer than 140 characters long.
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