A Teacher Reflects

A Teacher Reflects


I think of my first taught class,

Of students’ peculiar faces;

Of curiousity and perplexity,

Awe, wonder and angst;

“Who is she!?”


I think of iboards and white boards;

Of the furnace-like classrooms,

Of cardigan-clad wintertime students.

I think of my thunderous heart beats,

Pounding, pounding to escape my chest.


I think of my first,

Of eight nerve-racking observations;

Of interesting, challenging questions;

The fear of silence; and Lord! How,

The tick-tock of the wall clock boomed!


I think of X-ray eyes,

Of students enraptured,

Of my enthusiasm and passion;

Of Bloom’s Taxonomy,

Of explaining concepts and ideas,

Of habits, learning skills, routines.


I think of resources and starter activities,

Inclusive and learning-focussed;

How hard-working and engaging they were;

How they made me guffaw,

On freakish doldrum days.


I think of the fun we’ve had learning “Thunks,”

And of hugging rainbows and stripeless zebras,

Of fishes that lay, and laying fishes,

Of spider diagrams and mind-maps,

Of Kahoot, and dictionary definitions,

Easter eggs and argumentation.


I think of my name

being shouted out,

By cheery, friendly learners,

Along college corridors and cafes;

Of animated chats and exploring topics,

Of smiley faces when I say, “great!”


Of skills progressing and improving,

Of forming, storming,

norming and performing,

Of problem-solving and brainstorming,

Of exam scripts, assessment, marking.


I think of why I became a teacher –

To teach not what I want,

To know what learners need to learn.

Descriptive writing, creative thinking, literary terms;

I think of how far I have come

Of the confidence, I have grown.


Qualified now to teach learners new,

English GCSE and Functional Skills too;

I think of special educational needs,

Of creating a safety ethos,

A climate positive, caring, respectful,

Humanistic and pastoral.


To promote and empower,

Spiritual, cultural, moral and social,

Goals and lifelong ambitions.

PGCE has ended, I now await graduation,

Yet classes to construct, lessons to build;

Analysis, synthesis and evaluation,

Education, education, education.






    Thanks for sharing SANDRA ~ A very poignant poem (as you describe it) straight from a Dedicated Teacher's Heart ! I teach part time ~ Applied Science in a College ~ and I love every minute. There is satisfaction ~ fun and fulfillment. My students are Caterers ~ Hair & Beauty Therapists ~ Trainee Nurses ~ Bricklayers and Engineers. They are all very keen to learn the Scientific Principles of their Professions and I do get paid for doing this ! I love Field Courses with Environmental Studies Students. I do run a Poetry / English Literature Class for Adult Students. Love your poem and your love of the Noble Profession ~ Poetic Hugs ~ BRIAN

  • OxfordSkills

    Dear Brian

    From one teacher to another - I thank you wholeheartedly.

    I did not know you taught as well.. so good to know there are ones that still do care about joining - as you put it, the 'noble profession.'

    Like you, in my class, my students are from varying backgrounds i.e. woodworking, construction, business, childcare, Science and many more.

    Thank you once again, for appreciating my poem. It is by no means a traditional poem; however, you were right, it was right from this 'dedicated teacher's heart.' :-)

    Furthermore, I am genuinely sad, the programme has come to an end; and I agree - there is so much 'satisfaction, fun and fulfillment' found in teaching.

    Moreover, it means the world to me to have the honest input of ones like yourself. Thank you so very much.

    Have lovely day Brian!


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