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So you think you're going to be an English teacher??

In one of the orientation sessions last week, we all found out that there is a high probability that we will end up teaching subjects and students that we didn't intend. This is especially likely if you are a science teacher of any description, as you will probably end up teaching Maths, at some level or other. Many teachers end up completely leaving the area that they specialised in at uni.

The idea of my becoming a Maths teacher is hysterically funny (my mathematical education came to a grinding halt once it reached quadratic equations. They sent my brain into emergency shutdown, and I never did get the hang of them. Still got O level Maths, though, so nya-nyah), but there's a good chance I could end up in Sociology, or History, or Art, Music, Drama etc., depending on the needs of the schools that are hiring new teachers (don't worry, Harry Potter is applicable in all teaching areas!).

In addition, we are now learning the new National curriculum, which will be coming into effect by the time we are graduating and (fingers crossed) getting jobs as real-life teachers (eek!). The teachers that we will be doing prac with most likely won't have had the benefit of professional development about the new curriculae, which will make things interesting.

Speaking of becoming a real-life teacher, at 8am this morning (Day One) we were told not to think of ourselves as students, but as teachers, and to imagine ourselves applying all these brand-new pedagogical theories in our own classroom. EEEK!!

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