Our first day is normally the one that will stay will us for the rest of our lives. In his blog debut, Kevin shares his dreaded first day at a new school teaching drama.
The dreaded first day at school as a drama teacher...
I remember the dread and fear I felt when I entered the classroom all those years ago. I had completed my pgce in the west country and worked at two very different secondary schools, but my first placement in full time work came at a school in the midlands.
The majority of students were disillusioned coal workers children. I was of course tasked with teaching drama to these young adolescents. My accent didn't really help things and I could feel the "He's a poshy" eyes burning into me as I entered the drama studio.
I thought a good icebreaker would be to sit the class in a circle and get them to tell me a little bit about them. I started off by saying I was 30 years of age, I have three children and I support Arsenal. The child immediately to my left was to follow suit. He sat there totally perplexed and scratching his head. I quietly whispered to him "don't worry... It's our first lesson together, just tell me your name and any three things about you".
He stood up proud as punch and said "I'm Terry. And I like the three f's just the same as me dad". I then sat there totally perplexed. "What are the three f's, Terry?". The whole class fell about laughing and I began to sweat and think something rude may just about to be blurted out. He just looked at me and said "Fishing, Fighting, and Football... Just like my dad."
I never forgot that young lad and the first words he uttered on my first day and I understand he now works part time as a market trader in between spells at her majesty's pleasure. His sister, however, went on to become a district nurse and got an A for drama.