A sense of humour and a thick skin are essential qualities for a new
teacher, as Matthew Godfrey finds out
This article appeared in The Daily Telegraph on 19 December 2001
NOTHING pleases some teenagers
more than seeing a teacher lose his temper. Try as I might to keep my cool in
the classroom, I still lose it from time to time. Normally, it is the incessant
chatter of an uninterested pupil that is the trigger; sometimes, it is
someone's refusal to follow my instructions.
The point at which "sir"
finally cracks is referred to as "switching"; in my case, it is
normally manifested by a sudden reddening of the cheeks and a loud outburst,
along the lines of: "Right! That's it! Will you please be quiet!"
Troublemakers relish this moment
and can sometimes be heard saying: "Look at sir: he's switched!"
Naturally, this infuriates me further.
These moments are doubly
distressing. Not only have the pupils succeeded in making me look silly - often
their aim from the outset - but I also know that yelling at a class seldom
helps. Usually, it simply exacerbates the situation.
My quietest, most controlled
lessons are the ones when I, too, am quiet and controlled. An occasional
deliberate bellow can be very effective; I have done it only once with a couple
of my classes, and having witnessed their stunned reaction, I know they do not
want me to do it again. But if you do it too often, the pupils see you as weak,
a "shouter" who cannot keep discipline any other way, and you quickly
lose their respect.
Losing one's rag is, above all,
exhausting: even the briefest fit of anger can leave me physically and
psychologically tired. Poor pay, bureaucracy and low prestige are often cited
as reasons for the low number of graduates wanting to teach; but I think it is
this concern - the thought of controlling, let alone teaching, a roomful of
today's challenging adolescents, day in, day out - that puts most of them off.
I was recently asked to answer questions at a graduate careers fair; after a
few polite inquiries about working hours and conditions, everyone eventually
came round to the crunch question: "So tell me, just how bad are the
kids?"
The best tip I have received since
I started teaching at an inner-city comprehensive is to keep a sense of humour
and not to take what goes on around you personally. Of course, it is necessary
to learn from my pupils' conduct, and to be sensitive to it; but it is also
essential to see the funny side of their childish antics, instead of always
interpreting them as a comment on my teaching style.
Sometimes, pupils' comments are
plain ridiculous. The cry, "Ooh, sir, you're sexist!" is sometimes
used when I ask a girl to read aloud instead of a boy who is itching to do so.
It is often followed by, "Argh! You're racist, too!" if the next
reader happens to be of different ethnic origin to the one who wants to read. I
have known teachers to overreact to such comments, launching into complex
discussions about the need for mutual respect in the classroom; in fact, a
quick disparaging glance at the guilty pupil is usually enough to convince him
or her that silly comments don't reap rewards.
Gasps of, "Oh no, not
English!" and moans of, "Are we going to do something interesting for
a change today, sir?" are commonplace as my pupils file into class. In the
past, I have worried that they genuinely dreaded my teaching. No doubt some of
them do; but I feel sufficiently experienced now to know that most are having a
cheap joke at my expense, and that such comments are best bounced back with a
wry grin. Also, experience brings confidence, and now that I am into my second
year as a qualified teacher, I have a clearer grasp of what the children need
and so am less sensitive to their whims and wishes.
Often, it is what teenagers do not
say that is most frustrating. One girl frequently wanders into my morning
classes 15 minutes late and slumps into her chair with no apology or excuse.
She has a standard response to my inevitable demand for an explanation: "I
got up late, innit?", she says, an incredulous frown spreading across her
forehead.
I have lost my cool with her in
the past, to no avail, and my tactic now is to go reasonably softly, so that at
least some communication is possible for what remains of each class. I have
reported the problem to the head of her year and called her mother to discuss
it with her. "I know, Mr Godfrey, it's dreadful," she said, "but
I've bought her an alarm clock and showed her how to use it - what more can I
do?"
Such lax parental discipline is
the exception rather than the rule, and it is easy to let it get you down.
However, a degree of emotional distance is necessary in order to avoid getting
too involved with the difficulties so many pupils face: at some point you have
to say: "I've done my bit."
Focusing on the less serious - and
often very funny - side of the demanding and frenetic environment of an
inner-city school is a simple survival tactic, but it can transform an
otherwise stressful job into a highly rewarding and entertaining one.
This is the seventh in a continuing series of articles
by Matthew Godfrey, a recently qualified teacher
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