Thanks James

It was three years ago this month, that I took my first steps into QUT Kelvin Grove to begin my journey towards becoming a primary school teacher.  I wasn’t nervous as such, but was very aware that this was a new experience, and was also INCREDIBLY aware of the age difference between the average uni student and myself.  It’s a strange feeling to walk into a world predominantly dominated by millennials, knowing that most of your classmates were going to have been born around the time you graduated high school. Read more

Education. It’s not just for schools… it’s for life!

I haven’t yet decided whether I enjoy the idea of working in a classroom with the same students every day, for four terms, or two semesters or an ENTIRE year for the rest of my life just yet.  It feels like such a controversial thing to say!!  Unless you’re at a family BBQ and your second cousin is telling you how much she hates her kids when they do certain things, there’s a general rule that everyone should like (or possibly even love) kids.  What if I absolute detest my year 3 class?  What if my primal instincts kick in and I want to scream, yell and jump up and down like a chimpanzee trying to scare away a leopard? Read more

Ride the Uni bus!!

I hear from a range of different people, friends and family members about how much they love the idea that I have lived a solid life before studying to become a primary school teacher. Apparently, my gender will give me edge and fill a gap in a feminised industry. Apparently, it is better to bring life experience to the role as opposed to have gone from school to university and back into a school again.

Truth: I love congratulating myself for sitting higher on the experience food chain than most of my classmates.

Reality: I didn’t really think it through.

University IS life experience. In high school, we (generally) stay in one location from 9ish till 3ish, and study a standardised curriculum to make sure we have a foundation of knowledge to set us on our chosen path.

Not so at university. It comes with specialised subject areas, adult conversation, and more importantly, opportunities to explore who we are and how we want to live our lives. There’s no reprimand for missing classes because we only disadvantage ourselves. There’s no yes or no answers, just a chance to have a fully developed understanding of a plethora of ideas so that we take our best selves forward into our lives.

Gap years are great, but they’re not essential. I would love to spend a year in France working on a ski slope and getting to know red wine and camembert on a deeper level. But, I’ve come to realise that university life is just as much of an enriching experience as any other option.

Take it from an old guy who’s had more experiences than should be publicly disclosed. Uni life is amazing, if you grab it with both hands. Do away with your preconceived ideas about ‘getting out there’, and just get involved. Some of the most challenging, enjoyable, outrageous and studious moments that have filled my longish life have been had at Uni. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love riding the bus. I feel like I’m achieving a wonderful goal while staring out the window in quiet thought. Ride the Uni bus, and stare out the window of your life in deep reflection and deeper dreaming.


A Multi-coloured International Happiness Day!!

Finally, I get an opportunity to blab about the things that make me happy!!

It’s International Day of Happiness, a day where the aim is to inspire us think about the small, large, casual, meaningful, past or present, situations or occasions that have made our hearts sing out in absolute happiness. Mine is pretty simple, but it’s so fun that they’ve even made TV shows about it across the world: kids say the funniest things.

I’m in 3rd year of Primary Education at QUT Kelvin Grove, and we get to go out on ‘prac’ into local primary schools EVERY semester of our degree. So, we get to experience the most joyful moments you can imagine. Here’s one of mine:

NB. I have fair skin and freckles.
NB. The 5 year old I was talking to was standing next to his mother.
NB. She was talking to another parent and not paying a great deal of attention.
NB. Some parents have a tendency to severely overdress for the morning school drop-off.

CHILD: What’s wrong with your skin?
Nothing’s wrong with it. They’re called freckles. And, lots of people have different types of skin.
CHILD: But why is it so many colours?
ME: What colours can you see in my skin?
CHILD: I can see brown, and pink, and orange, and white. But different types of ALL those colours.
ME: And you’ve never seen anyone with different colours in their skin before?
CHILD: Mummy has different coloured hair all the time, but she might have more colours under her wrinkles.

Needless to say, his mother went bright red – a wonderful colour.

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Happy International Happiness Day guys. My wish is that everyone can find as much happiness in their chosen profession as I have found already in training for mine.

Creating a Teacher. Becoming an Artist.

Someone asked me recently a simple but seemingly complex question: what made me want to be a teacher? I wasn’t sure how to answer. How do you describe something that you feel you have an intrinsic connection to? Well, I may not be able to put my finger on what made me want to be a teacher, but having finished my second year of my Bachelor of Education (Primary) degree, I now know what I’m looking forward to achieving as soon as I step into my first classroom. Read more

What’s So Good About Clouds Anyway??

It was brisk morning, early May this year. I was feeling exceedingly proud of myself because it was, the first time in my academic history that I was way ahead of the game on a lengthily worded assignment. Actually, I don’t think ‘proud’ really cut it – I was fully up myself. So, I followed the standard process, I hit SAVE, I walk away to grab a coffee, and check which friends could indulge me in a self-celebratory beverage. Hoorah. Read more