I never intended to be a teacher. Not in a million years, I’d say. The last thing I’ll do. I railed and raged against being a teacher.
Now I’m a teacher.
I tried my hand at bureaucracy, but found it too stifling an environment for a radical-minded graduate – even in a role focused on social justice. I dived off the rails and traveled for a number of years and it was here I found teaching. To make ends meet, I taught English. To engineers. To kids. To journalists. To teenagers. To importers. To exporters. To architects and planners. To IT professionals.
And then I stopped traveling, came home (of sorts) and said ‘well, what can I do now?’ I analysed my ambitions; I probed my passions; I delved into dreams. And I came to a list of four things that I wanted from work:
- I wanted to experience different cultures.
- I wanted to work where I could make a difference.
- I wanted to engage with learning my whole life
- I never, ever wanted to work in an open-plan office. Again.
This didn’t immediately say to me ‘teacher’. It said community development. It said journalism. It even said – dare I admit it – bureaucrat. But it was to teacher that I kept returning.
And in fitting with the four wants listed above, I took my first teaching job in a remote Aboriginal school in Central Australia. A year later, I am still there and planning to stay. It’s not an easy job, by any means. And from what I hear, it’s not typical. But I love it.
This blog aims to document and reflect upon my growth as teacher, ideas related to the contexts of my teaching, and my own interests and passions in the field of education. Any opinions expressed here are personal and not to be regarded as those of my employer. All comments may be subject to moderation.
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