Those hot and sticky afternoons
When Miss would pack up books and trays
Of pencils, pens and sticks of glue
And out we’d trek onto the field.
The sun would trickle through the leaves
Dappled on the crisp white pages
Of a notebook and the poems that she taught,
Scratching chalks along the blackboard’s edge
Until she sighed, looking out to greenest seas
And clapped her hands to signal ends
Of classroom hours and the luxury
Of breathing in the April air,
Hotter than it should be now.
The kids all squeal with pure delight,
Running to the shade of trees
Like a flock of animals, released
Into the wild, free for just one afternoon.
I used to love those lessons at school when the teacher deemed it too hot to be inside and we’d all gather our stuff and race to the shade of the trees to enjoy our lesson on the field.
I thought that these lessons no longer happened but my son said that his English teacher regularly took them outside when they were reading through a text together. It made me so excited to do this when I become a teacher.
My favourite job ever was cleaning hot tubs at a luxury site that had cabins for holidays. I spent all day outside under the trees and I feel like teaching could now be exactly the same. I’m just wondering how many lessons I can spend out on the field before the Senior Leadership Team start asking me questions?