no man is an island

He shouldn’t languish alone

On the sun-warmed sand

With the waves lapping at

A shore that is a gift and a curse.

It’s pretty to look out across seas

But after a while we wonder what’s out there

We long for the touch of a like minded person

A laugh and a hug

Swept away in the breeze.

I had a chat with one of my mentors yesterday to discuss all the crap I’m dealing with when I teach those horrible Year 11s. And I don’t know why I found it surprising to hear that she is having the same problems, and so are many of the other teachers around the school.

She has been teaching 20 years and she quite rightly pointed out that she hasn’t just suddenly become a crap teacher – it’s the fact that the year group are tough to handle, even for experienced teachers.

And it made me realise that it can be really isolating in a classroom each day, not seeing other people struggle. You spend all your days wondering why you are so bad and why everyone else is finding it so easy. But they’re not.

I love being alone, but in this cicumstance, even I can’t stand on the shore and admire the view all day every day. Sometimes we all need to venture out there and see what everyone else is up to.

Much Love

Rachel xx

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