Oops….it seems that I have missed a few days on my 365 days blog already and it’s only early January! It turns out that, not unusually, I have been a bit overambitious about what I can do. I think maybe signing up to a weekly blog would have been a more sensible option, but I signed up in the no man’s land called christmas/new year period. I forgot how many other things I have to do in a normal week, yet alone day. As a self employed person the paid work has to come first…then time for unpaid hobbies.
Anyway, better get back on track and today’s prompt is to write about a Teacher who was important to me at school and the impact they had on my life. Impact on my life? Wow, thats quite a thing. Can I actually say that about a teacher? On closer reflection, I think that I can. I also think that it isn’t just ONE TEACHER that has been important to me, but also lecturers at College, Open University and further studies.
The first one that comes to mind is a school teacher though – Mr Andrews was my high school history teacher for the first two years of high school. He was very enthusiastic about his subject, which was a favourite of mine anyway, but his enthusiasm and the way he made learning history fun has kept my interest up in the subject to my current decade of my forties. I particularly remember a computer game that was about the black death that really got the class involved in the real life issues of that time.
Unfortunately, in my third year of high school my teachers changed and I got two history teachers who were very different to Mr Andrews. One of them did dictation the whole lesson – hard to keep up with him, boring to listen to and deadened my enthusiasm. I recall I bunked off his class on one or two occasions – and I was a good girl, I NEVER bunked off anything, even if I hated it. The other one was a bit better, but with a bad attitude and had a biasedly working class, left wing opinion about history. I guess that might explain my own lefty-ist learnings at times!
Once at college, I came across another history teacher like Mr Andrews, only possibily better as he was a friendly Brummie who also taught at the prison and was an overall good egg. I even went drinking with him and a few other students. One time we ended up round a friend of his who had an open policy to people coming round unannounced for meals – a very middle class experience for me, with the mother being called by her first name by her children!
Later at college, my A level history lecturer was also a favourite in a different kind of way. Getting to watch Blackadder episodes in a college lesson is apparently okay, as he told us, because they got a lot of the actual historical details right. This may or may not be true, but either way it’s a good excuse to laugh your way through a lecture!
These days I do a bit of work supporting students at a local university and can come across some inspiring lecturers, as well as some rather dull ones, who know their subject but don’t know how to relate to students. Self motivation is important when you get to that level of studying and it is the ultimate responsilblity of the student to find a way to keep up their interest. However, I think an inspiring teacher or lecturer is something that really helps to instill an interest in a subject, that can last a life time.