It comes in torrents
Of painful words
With only tiny glimmers
Of golden positivity.
I had my meeting with my HOD today and it turns out that I need a bit more support with my behaviour management (and I’ll second that because I sometimes feel like I’m in a war zone).
My heart sank when I sat down in front of her and she said that I wasn’t quite cutting it. Immediately, my mind went to the worst and I had visions of them ‘managing me out’.
However, as the day went on, I received emails from three people offering up mentoring time so I’m starting to think this is more about making sure I’m getting the support I deserve as a newly qualified teacher.
COVID has absolutely ruined the year in terms of staffing and it’s meant that I haven’t had the observations and feedback that I’m entitled to. That’s nobody’s fault, but I’m reminding myself that this is attention that I am owed.
And the more I think about it, the more I think how lucky I am to have a brilliant teacher in my lesson giving me some instant feedback.
Feedback hurts because it can dent your pride but I don’t think people would offer it if they didn’t think that it was going to be of any use. Let’s hope that she can impart some quick wins to me because those twelve year olds are running rings around me.