Bedside table

You are a mess.

A copy of the 'The complete plain words' is buried-
At the bottom of a pile. A distant memory of a person I want to be but-
I am not that person.

You wear paper everywhere but there are 2 pink post-it notes
which always make me smile.
'Wake me up. Time. 7:58 am. on Friday 18th Dec'.
'Remember its non uniform on Friday 18th December'.
A nudge from a little brother who worries like his older sister.

I saw them too late. You should have told me.

You hide my bank statements, and letters from friends.
My address book which is getting full of addresses
Of people I don't speak to much anymore.

Receipts and old student ID cards.
Invalid student oyster.
Passport.
A deodorant I never use.
Pins and pens and pencils.
Bottle of water.
Lamp.
Glasses case.

Books on top of books.
A copy of  'Slouching towards Bethlehem'. 
Tucked away.

You are a mess.
We are a mess.

Things fall apart;
The centre is trying to hold.

Miscommunication and Missed communication

When I tell you everything

I am telling you nothing



When I tell you nothing

That is telling you something



everything is nothing

nothing is something



what is everything anyway?

'the' 16 questions

1. What is stopping you?
2. How do you feel right now?
3. What book have you read that you hated and everyone else loved?
4. Have you ever run out of toilet roll? If so, what did you do?
5. If you were given the best news of your life right now, who would you tell first?
6. Who do you pretend to like and why?
7. Why did you do that thing that you don't want people to know about?
8. Where do you go to cry?
9. How often do you avoid questions?
10. Do you know how to avoid questions?
11. What is the last thing you lied about?
12. What do you never tell people?
13. Why?
14. What do you not trust yourself with?
15. Who is your best friend?
16. Where is your favourite place?

10 things I know to be true

1.
People are capable of change

but they aren't always willing to.

2.

The past, whether good, bad or neutral is always best left where it once was......The past is never ever ever easy to leave where it once was.

Ever.

3.

Some of us have to try more than others.

Some of us 'can' more than others.

4.
Changing yourself for the better is the one of the hardest things to do.

5.
I am never enough for myself.

6.
The future can sometimes seem full of something better. But sometimes 'better' is in the now.

7.
People are good. We are all good. Once we lose belief in that we lose everything that is important.

8.
Being able to argue with someone is the best way of knowing that you have a friend for life.

9.
Austen is the bestest bestest bestest.

10.
Imaan fluctuates. Such is life. We can always be better. Don't lose heart.

Surviving and not surviving the first term.

One of the things about the PGCE course is that it goes by slowly. Every moment seems to be protracted. And yet time whizzes past. I have completed an entire term at my first placement. Already. I can still remember walking into reception the first day. I remember the nerves. The anxiety. The awkwardness. I still feel those feelings now.

But something changes.

Everyone around me is being offered a job. How did we get here? How did we arrive at this strange place? I want to get to the end. Reach the finish line. I want to get through this year in one piece. I don't want to think about the future.
I want to be selfish.
I want to be a child.
I want to be unrealistic.
I don't want to face reality.
The thought of applying for a job terrifies me.

It's hard to explain, but it's not just the teaching part that scares me.

It's the department meetings, team briefings and other x, y, z meetings
It's being a part of an entire staff of teachers.
It's having a form class and being responsible for them.
It's teaching GCSE students and having an impact on their future careers and job prospects.
It's having to liaise with others on a daily basis.

It's being a part of a large group of people and not knowing where to fit in. It's the feeling of really wanting to be the best possible version of myself but always second-guessing myself.

I know it sounds silly. I feel like this is a given by now. I only ever seem to write when I am at odds with something (most of the time I am at odds with something or another).

This year is more than just me learning about teaching. I feel like this year I need to develop my confidence. I need to become everything that I have the potential to become. I need to stop belittling myself.

Of course, that is easier said than done.

Ode to Nostalgia

You are salty tears;

Nail polish in my mouth.

A scab

I unpick again

and again.

Blood that tastes of metal.

Bitter aftertaste.

December blues and other worried colours

So it's December. 

There's one more week until the end of term. 

My previous update on my PGCE was almost a month ago, when I first began teaching. I began with starters and small activities. I have since taught whole hour lessons. 

It's been hard and, well, just insert any synonym for difficult here.

I have noticed a few things:

I am constantly pretending. 

Constantly pretending. 

And I don't mean that in the sense that I feel like I have lost myself or that I am pretending to be someone else. It's more nuanced than that. I'm realising more and more that I have to feign confidence in order to have confidence. A teacher told me this week that I seem to be sharper and more direct in tone but I don't feel different. I still feel nervous. I still feel anxious. I am always worried. And I still feel inadequate. I suppose the hard part is that even when it may seem like I have had a good lesson, it never feels like it. So I find it hard to tell if I've made progress. This is a wider issue I have. You would expect compliments and positive feedback to gear me up a notch, encourage me. Instead, I feel like I am still trying to convince myself.

How does one do that? How do I convince myself?

Another issue I have is the planning and the understanding of teaching as a profession. As much as I love uni, in the real world, as a teacher, I need to prepare kids for GCSEs. That is an enormous responsibility. I'm terrified that I won't be able to give pupils what they deserve. There is so much to consider in the planning of a lesson that I worry that I am merely going through the motions and that once I am on my own, I won't be able to do it. I am absolutely terrified about being a member of staff and having to interact with so many teacher on a day to day basis. I am good at pretending that I am confident but I hate feeling anxious all the time, especially in staff rooms. I still feel out of place sometimes.

It's like I am a muggle, entering Hogwarts for the first time. I am excited and I know that I could fit in. I know that I do fit in. I have been invited. I got the letter. I went to buy my books. I have a pet owl. I have the robes.

But I don't have the language. 

There are places in the castle that other people know about.

I always forget the password to the common room.

I feel weird when sitting in the Great Hall. I talk to lots of people but I don't have my Ron, Harry or Hermione. 

I am adrift. 

If I was advising someone else I would say, 

               "Don't worry. You will learn about secret places in the castles. You will find a Hermione.                      She will help you with your exams. You will get better at remembering the passwords."

but life sucks and like most people, I ignore my own advice.

It's silly to worry, I know. But I am constantly second guessing myself. 

We shall see how I feel in January.

x

T