So I had to confirm with the university yesterday that I’d like to accept their place.
I’ve decided after many years of longing, to go into teaching. Primary school teaching to be exact.
It was something I really wanted to do when I was younger. I even got offered a place on a course and turned it down to go travelling at 19.
So now mid 30s and I’ve decided to take the plunge. During my career as a HR professional in manufacturing, I’ve come across so many illiterate people. Somewhere down the line they were failed and I feel a great injustice for them. I want to make a positive change to peoples lives and hopefully the ripples will follow them on to adulthood.
I also, to be honest, fed up of rolling out redundancy strategy, feeling the weight of ending someones employment and being fully aware of their obligations at home financially.
Logistically I’ve been lucky to have been paid off my last job quite well to afford the career change and have a supportive family who are as excited as I am.
I was also lucky enough to spend one day a week in a school until covid hit and loved it. It was an inner city school in a deprived area and the children really channelled my preconceptions of what that would be like. It was brilliant.
So there you are. Looking into it today there is a ton of stuff I’ve forgotten so I’ve popped out to get a few books to at least my knowledge will be up to date. The more I know now, the less I will have to know when I’m overwhelmed in learning teaching. That’s my thoughts anyway.
Have any of you changed career later on in life? Were you as nervous and exhilarated as I feel?
Lots of Love