Wandering down memory lane..

As I've mentioned, last week I had the opportunity to spend two days in my old secondary school.  A place where memories live of the times I was carefree, a massive swat, and perhaps the best days of my life.

Immediately walking down the corridors I could see the old gang sat in the library over lunchtimes, standing under the alcove at break times, the times we queued for lunch and the classrooms we spent countless hours in.  What's more of a shock was the old teachers.  Each looking like 6 years had never passed aside from their hair tinted with grey and their faces ever more lined.

But the old mixes with the new and as I walked around the old corridors, there'd been significant changes.  The school almost reflected the years I'd spent when I was away from there.  It's matured, changed, it's developed and it's got more serious.  Gone are the days of the sport of taunting teachers until they broke down, gone are the days of tantrums and throwing chairs, swapping naked pictures over bluetooth and hiding from the teachers behind rows of heads.  Hello was the fresh clean yellow look of the new logo, not a phone in sight, group tables and after school detentions handed out without a second thought.



Education it seems has changed from monkeying around to actually taking things a lot more seriously.  Which was reflected in my schools new academic status.  And the teachers have changed too.  Long gone are the old teachers with their lecture type education and their little projectors which they'd scroll laminate card across.  Instead new teachers that look like they could be my age, fresh out of education and eager to please.

And being on the teacher side and not the pupil's side was equally strange.  The days where it would be forgiven if you thought the teachers were wheeled into and out of a cupboard and here are the days where they're just normal.  An insight into real teachers was both surprising and sort of unnerving.  They gossip as much as hairdressers and it made me think...when I was at school what did they say behind my back...

However there are two points which I've come away from the experience with.
1) Teacher's never forget you.  You make an impact on their life as they have to you.  They dedicate their lives so much to you that even if they passed you in the street years later they will still remember you down to the detail of where you sat...
2) I have never felt so at ease in any other environment.  Teaching may just be my forte...