Last week, I forgot to collect the children in from break - I was so busy faffing around preparing for the next lesson, 15 minutes felt like 15 seconds. Five minutes after I was meant to collect them, one of the Year 6s ran in: "Miss, you forgot about us!" A number of expletives nearly passed my lips.
My first day back after half term, and I was told we had class photos throughout the morning, therefore disturbing lessons. The assembly was also cancelled, so I had an unexpectedly large amount of time with my class for which I hadn't planned anything. The result? Reading our class book for THIRTY MINUTES. My poor throat was not pleased. Boy, do I hate the sound of my own voice.
I can't tell you the number of times I have been into my colleagues' classrooms to 1. admit to a mistake I have made, 2. apologise for it and 3. ask them how to rectify it; whether it be not noticing that one child has managed to last a whole lesson without doing ANY work - how did I miss that?! (see Exhibit A in 'The dreaded phone call' blog post) or telling off a child for something I later found out they hadn't done - oops?
I'm trying to tell myself it's a learning curve - with every mistake I make, I learn from it and won't make it again. But isn't it unfair on these children that I am making my mistakes on them? As a colleague said - the children make mistakes every day. Why can't we?
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