Legacy Post - Five Words That Changed Me

Originally posted on El Timbre Blog, 18 Feb 2015

On December 14th, 2011, five words changed my life. At that point, my family and my survival were brought sharply into focus: work didn't matter anymore.

I remember going into school the next day to sort out my things, and walked past two of SLT in the corridor. "God she's as hard as nails" one of them said to the other. He couldn't have been more wrong. My "brave face" was on. I was there to finish a chapter, no, finish a book. Turn the last page as a HoD, and start writing a new story...

After 6 months of treatment, I did go back to the school, but I couldn't be a Head of Department any more. I went through the motions, doing observations, writing schemes of work, chairing meetings, but it didn't have the impetus that it once had.

I knew I had to leave for good, and once I got through the barrier of thinking I had to be loyal to the school who had supported me while I was off work, I started looking for a new job.

I had plenty of time during my treatment to evaluate what direction I wanted my career to go. (The other epiphanies I had about myself and my family are for another time... perhaps after a few glasses of wine!) I was born to be a teacher.

I love teaching. I was not meant to be a manager. I took a leap. A big one. From being Head of Maths at an 11-16 Academy to becoming a Maths Tutor at an FE College.

I made the right decision.

Since starting at the college, I've had more opportunities to develop my practice, I've been able to hone my skills of teaching, and I've been able to help so many students in the process.

I don't miss the bureaucracy. I don't miss the feeling of not being trusted. I don't miss being under constant scrutiny from all levels and all angles.

I've spoken at conferences, I've held a TeachMeet, my opinion has been valued, I've got my mojo back. So those five words that the consultant uttered four years ago changed my life for the better.

Yes, I went though hell with treatment.
Yes, I cried and shouted and prayed.

But those five words
"You have a little cancer"
...made me who I am today. And I like who I am.