'hey PE master!'
'Hi Teacherman'
All fairly common things for me to hear from our dayvolunteers or African crew while walking on the dock or around the ship in the morning.
Usually I would really annoy me when people live for their jobs. When there work becomes their identity. But these are all examples of genuine greetings. Suddenly it goes from being an annoying title to being a call of respect. I really don’t mind being identified as ‘teacher’ and do you know why..: Because I love teaching.
Ive suddenly remembered that these last weeks.
It has been so extremely busy, soooo busy.. actually teaching has become a sidenote, paperwork, document, meetings and seminars have become the priority.
Then the other week after being out on the dock with the High School’ers and it dawned on me like the sun rising over the African savanne (isn’t that poetic); I love teaching. From my first teaching placement when a 8 year old came bounding up to me so enthused about the lesson the week before she had gone home to practice and now (O so proudly) wanted to show me her trick. From that to days when everything you have planned for a lesson run as well as solar powered car in Glasgow, and at your wits end you have no idea what to do!
Through all those moments I know that I love what I do, I stand assured with it as my calling and commit myself to influencing every single student I come into contact with (and hopefully for the best).
