A reader lives a thousand lives

Do you ever feel like a story becomes a part of you whilst you are reading? 

There are 26 letters in the English alphabet, and together they make 1 million words in the English language, which then add together to make an infinitive number of different stories. Stories that have the power to make you laugh, cry, smile or sigh. 

Every book is like mini tardis. If only you dare to open the cover and jump right in head first. You will be transported to another time, another place, another world where anything and everything is possible. 

Teaching someone to read is like teaching someone how to time travel, how to become someone else for an hour and how to unlock endless facts and knowledge. 

1000 lives is such an amazing gift to give someone. 

”If you can’t do – teach!” 

Said no one intelligent ever. I imagine being a teacher is going to be one of the hardest but most rewarding job I will have. Ok, I guess some teachers are lazy and get kids to teach themselves via textbooks and films, but let’s be honest, not many of them could get away with that any more – even if they wanted to. 

What makes a great teacher? My favourite lessons at school were the ones with the best teachers. They were the ones that actually cared if you passed or failed. The ones that put thought and effort into each and every lesson. 

Then there were the lessons with casual flirting. The ones that cared a little bit too much whether my friend had a good weekend and what she had just tweeted about… So much so that he also casually forgot to tell me the coursework I spent hours on was actually irrelevant as I couldn’t submit the topic I had chosen anyway- great! Oh and then there was that time that my teacher stood up in front of the whole sixth form and called me “manipulative” because I had gotten most of the students to sign a petition saying that we wanted our teachers to actually turn up to our lessons… 

But then I will always remember the teacher that inspired me so much I ended up turning from someone who would get kicked out of class, to someone getting 50/50 in a piece of coursework, and loving it so much that actually I would have kept writing if not for the word limit. 

Teachers have so much responsibility it’s crazy. You literally have someone’s future in your control. Ok so it’s not like being a doctor where the decision you make will determine if the person front of you will live or die in the next 30 seconds. But actually the decision you make, to watch one more episode of Netflix & wing it or to plan your lesson throughly, could potentially determine the shape the next 30 lives in front of you for the next 30 years. 

I probably would have gone to uni if I had different teachers, and that   thought alone pushes me to want to be the best teacher I can possibly be. 

 “If you can’t teach, please don’t”

Teaching the teacher to be.

I started an online tefl (teaching English as a foreign language) course a couple of months ago and I have to say it is much harder than I anticipated. Don’t get me wrong the course I’m doing is great but it uses these words and I just want to scream “am I suppose to know what that means?!”. I feel like I’ve been speaking my own language for 21 years now and all this time I have been so completely oblivious to the complexity and beauty of it. 

I wonder if in a years time I will have a student as frustrated as I am now. Why is that classed as an adverb?  Why can I not use that word there? How am I meant to know the difference between a past participle and a future perfect continuous phrase? And more importantly how is this going to help anyone understand English when it is all so confusing?!

I guess that’s the beauty of it. The way that language is made up of its very strict rules with specific labels or “forms” and then every now and again you come across a cheeky word that just has to break its own rule. The rebel words that don’t quite fit the pattern, the rythmn or the feel of others of its kind. 

I guess language is a lot like life itself. You can learn the rules; what you’re suppose to do, how to be a “good” citizen, the right things to say, the wrong things to say. But even if you learn the rules there will always be occasions where you can’t, and honestly you shouldn’t try. Yes it’s good to have structure, routine and guidelines in life but you have to find ways to break out of those things too. That is where the real living happens. So yes I am frustrated and confused with all the new rules I have to learn but I also have hope that one day I might be a good teacher.

After all “good” is an irregular adjective anyway.