Doesn't Time Fly

Well it's been well over a month since I walked through the doors of Wandsworth Primary Schools' Consortium to start my journey as a SCITT Trainee. In many ways my old life seems a long way away and I am beginning more to identify myself as a trainee teacher. I struggle with what that means, what is expected of me, what I should be doing and how I should be doing it.

I've had to meet 34 new people, my peers, my fellow SCITTs. These are the people who I am going to go through the ups and downs of the next nine months with! We are a good mixture of people, a wide range of ages, and we bring a wealth of past experience, from teaching assistants, psychologists, OTs, children's tv programme makers, musicians, artists and more. We are all people who have achieved in our careers and made a positive decision to change.


But now, we're all back at square one. We are all starting again. I am confused by how this makes me feel. In some ways I feel grateful that I have decided to change my life. I know that God is right beside me and this is the path He has me walking right now. I know that His will is perfect and pleasing. Starting a new career, a new training has put me back at the bottom of the pile. I feel deskilled, and whilst I don't feel stupid, I don't feel special either. I feel like I've lost my voice, and my identity.

There's a lot of new information too, but nowhere to use it. At the moment it's in files, on my shelves and in my head. I know that's OK and that when I need it I know where to find it. I have learnt and re learnt some stuff and on the whole I am excited

But my overwhelming emotion at the moment is anxiety. Next week is the start of my first phase of school experience. This represents another great unknown. I'm on a paired placement, with another trainee in the same class, and there are four other trainees in the same school. I am not alone! In my head I know that it will be fine, fun and frenetic. It's time to do some real learning, but looking at my School Experience Handbook in back and white with it's tasks and official forms scares me.

I need to get back in touch with the professional, competent, ambitious me. The one who applied to be a teacher, the one who believes that every child has the potential to achieve, the one who knows that all children are special, and given the right opportunities, goals, and chances will succeed. If she comes on teaching practice then it'll be a whole lot easier.

H x