…is the comparison I would like to make. However, knowing that dependent on the province, city, district, specific school that you’re in, things can be quite different. So perhaps a more specific (and unfortunately less catchy (and therefore not being used)) title is: Tom Baines and Sir Winston Churchill vs. The Warren. Or what I remember…
This post is probably the most difficult to write because it discusses how teaching in the UK for the past three and a half months has been the opposite of a picnic. Although by the time this post is published, I’ll have survived the first term. And I really do mean survived.
My practicum was at Gladstone Secondary School, and to date it has been the most challenging and most difficult task I’ve faced.
I’ve been on pause here because school has picked up and I’m just doing my best to stay ahead of the game so that when I want to be lazy I can be lazy. Let’s call today Scaredy-Caturday, though, because I’m gonna tell you this: I’m a little scared of being a teacher.
