I'll Sleep When I'm Dead…
So... it's week 2 of that make or break 6 weeks between half-term and Easter. The Masters has been handed in. Pretty much all of the Uni work is done. All that is left is to see out PP2. Simple. What stands in the way? The trifling matter of the 150 lessons I still need to plan. Yes, I said 150.... ish.
The countdown has started.
Do I mean the countdown from 150 lessons to 0? Sort of. Do I mean the countdown to the end of PP2? Sort of.
I mean the countdown of the lessons I need to plan before I can finally go to sleep. Thats right. Sleep.
I'd wager there are not many PGCE students who are too familar with the concept of sleep at the moment... Sure, it will be in the back of their minds, a distant memory... that thing they used to do when it got dark outside and the midnight hour approached. What did it feel like? I can't remember, it was so long ago...
The days are long, the nights are longer. The lesson plans keep on coming. They are relentless. They do not sleep. Not unlike the "Uruk-hai" of Mordor... they keep running all night. Lessons plans need no sleep, they just need to be done. It is the PGCE student who must go without.
PP2. I love it.
For the first time in all of my weeks on PP1 and PP2, last week was the first time I felt like a teacher. The change in attitude, persona, confidence, was all evident. It was noted. It was a good week.
If this is as hard as it is going to get, I think I am over the worst of it. I will survive. Afterall, as Bon Jovi would say:
"I'll sleep when I'm dead"