I’ve been working in the same school for the past seven years. In that time I have taught across Foundation Stage. I taught P1 for a year, P2 for two years and then became the Nurture Teacher responsible for setting up and teaching a small intervention class for 4-6 year olds with social, emotional and behavioural difficulties. Those seven years saw me develop as a teacher, as a colleague and also as a lifelong learner myself. Its been seven years where I learned a lot, grew in confidence and in skill. I have just seen my first class, my first P1s, leave and head off to Big School.
I know how this school does things. I’m able to help and mentor new staff. I’m able to speak with confidence about how we do things ad why. I know the families and the community – I’ve taught sibling groups and extended families. I know where everything is kept and how things run from term to term, year to year. My colleagues have become proper friends.
But I’m leaving.
A post came up in another school, P1 teacher and Foundation Stage Coordinator. Its pretty much the dream job. I love Foundation Stage. It was my specialism during training and where I have happily spent the last seven years. Its also the opportunity to move more formally into a leadership role. I applied, and I got the job.
So I’m leaving.
Its bringing mixed emotions with it. I flit between excitement and nerves. I’m telling myself thats a healthy combo and it will keep me on my toes.
There will be lots more to learn, lots of new challenges and opportunities and hopefully new colleagues who will also become proper friends.
But for now let me leave you with a quote from Mary Poppins which sums up a lot what I’m feeling at the moment.
“Winds in the east, mist coming in,
Like somethin’ is brewin’ and bout to begin…”