One Small Step For Man. One Giant Step For A Teacher…


It took me something approaching an hour to raise myself from slumber this morning. It is icy outside, but that’s not the reason for my prolonged stay beneath the covers.  The reason was that this is the day that I return to work.

Lucky teachers, I hear you say. Yes, lucky us. 

Yet, I have spent the last two weeks spending and not earning because my situation as a supply teacher means that I only get paid fort when I am there. It’s similar to being a stevedore.

My voyage, this morning, will not take me to the freezing expanse of water in the North Atlantic. I will be travelling across the bridge to the side they call the North Lincolnshire where people are few and fields are many.


Message to Self:


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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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