Well September comes around and so does the new school term. I wasn’t really expecting to work during the first week back – after all, it’d have to be fairly drastic for a teacher to not turn up during their first week with a new class – but was told it was likely work would come up in the second week, which it didn’t. Then the third week came…
Each day, I dutifully got up, got dressed and called the supply agency but nothing came in – a real double edged sword: extended holiday but no pay. I was also beginning to fear that my teaching would be getting somewhat rusty.
Finally, during Thursday of the third week of term, I got called and asked if I wanted an afternoon with Y3. As easing back into supply goes, that was a relatively painless way back in… Literacy and Maths would likely be done and hopefully it’d be something a bit creative. At the very least, it would only be two hours of work, without too much marking.
It wasn’t too bad, most of the class were well behaved and we all survived. But it just reminded me how happy I am not to be teaching full time anymore.