50 today. I know – I don’t look a day over 49! 9th October. Same birthday as John Lennon and David Cameron. Reading nothing into that whatsover. I’m 50 years old and still a teacher. I never expected this to happen.
I can remember my 22nd birthday vividly. It was my first term as a Physics teacher at Winstanley College just outside Wigan. Someone made an announcement in the staffroom. Only 22? That meant I’d started a month before still aged 21. Disbelief all round. Having rushed through school and university onto a PGCE, I found myself with a proper job all too suddenly. The truth is I enjoyed it immensely: 900 students in a Sixth Form college where I taught my favourite subject every day and made a bit of music on the side (see this post about The Verve). It was fun. I had freedom. I did what I liked. £8000 a year – I was loaded.
Yesterday I received this comment from a former student:
I was too young! So, after three lovely years, there was a break. At 24 I couldn’t see myself being a teacher forever so I left Manchester to go back-packing with my then girlfriend. For A Whole Year. India, Nepal, SE Asia, Australia, The Phillippines, two months in China – and back to Europe via the Trans-Siberian Express; Beijing to Moscow in 6 astonishing days.
On my 25th birthday I was doing this – in Chang Mai. 1990.
Arriving back in London in the summer of 1991, I wanted to consider my options. I did some supply teaching to keep myself going and….well, that was that. I got hooked and I’ve been going ever since. One of my supply jobs was at Holland Park School in Notting Hill, initially teaching maths (if you can call administering the SMILE system ‘teaching’.) It was a wild and wonderful place and I was thrilled to get a permanent job there. I met my future wife – my kids owe everything to Holland Park. It was tough, emotional, exhilarating, challenging, rewarding, stressful…and completely fabulous. Friday nights in the Windsor Castle….those were the days. (You can get a flavour from this post about the book Comp based on the HPS experience).
Over my 7 years at Holland Park, I spent a few as a Head of Year and, in the final year, I became Assistant Head. I learned so much … most of my mistakes, I made there. I really should not have locked that boy in the prep room unsupervised; I should not have said those things in anger; I should not have tried to be the union rep; I should not have believed the boys when they said the spliff was a regular roll-up; I should not have had a drink at lunchtime before teaching like my Head of Department did. Luckily, I also learned how to teach, how to manage a class and how to take an assembly for 1500 students. I also learned that great teachers can be grown. At that time, I think I was one of them. (If I’m allowed to be so bold on my birthday.) (See also MyDarkestDays!)
Then – a new challenge beckoned. Deputy Head of a brand new school up the road in Haringey: Alexandra Park School. I was thrilled to get this job. I started working with the inspirational Headteacher, Ros Hudson, a term before the school opened on 9/9/99. We appointed all the staff and began with just 160 Year 7s. It was a great adventure as the school grew to over 1000 students. I did the timetable, curriculum, assessment, set up the IT network and led on teaching and learning. A fabulously rich experience. Mistakes?? Oh, just a few. Hundred. This time also coincided with those early years of parenthood; the great joys but also the relentless sleeplessness and the abrupt decline of nights out!
One of the joys of the APS years was making music with my partner in crime Tom Andrew-Power. We were St Jude. Patron Saint of Lost Causes. We were a lost cause – but made all of these tunes along the way.
Approaching 40, my wife and I felt like we needed another break; a change; something radically different. A random advert in the TES caught my wife’s eye and we were lured into the international school world. In Jakarta.
This was an extraordinary experience. Both of us worked at BIS and our kids went there too. After a year, I became the Head of Secondary: 600 students including 100 taking the IB. It was fascinating to work in a school with massive resources and a student work ethic on a different level to anything I’d ever witnessed in the UK. It worked out nicely for me as I could continue to develop my leadership career as well as have a family adventure. We went to Australia and Bali lots of times and soaked up the bizarre world of expat life in a mega-city. We had a driver, a maid, a cook and a gardener. This was the way of things; we were all employers.
On my 40th Birthday, I did this. (And this is actually me). I learned to sail for the very first time:
20 minutes out from the shore and you could see Krakatoa. It was a special moment. I remember being out to sea, all alone, looking out at the old volcano in the distance and back into the Java shore. This is the life. This is a proper adventure. Life has just begun…. Teaching gave me that opportunity.
After three years in Jakarta, we realised we wanted our kids to grow up in the UK, not as expats. There was also the creeping realisation that living in a rich man’s bubble surrounded by poverty felt unhealthy. And, too often, very shallow. We wanted to come home to normality. Well, that’s not quite how it turned out! The first job I got was as Head of KEGS. A boys’ grammar school in Essex. I would never have imagined myself doing that but, having made a visit, I thought I could learn something – and I did. KEGS opened my eyes to a different view of what is possible in education. I’ve written about it extensively on this blog. Most of the best lessons I’ve ever seen were at KEGS. KEGS also gave me the space and time to look outside and build up some experience with system leadership – through Heads’ Roundtable, SSAT and the Labour Party. I got a bit tired of being expected to defend selective education; I never did as such. But I’d challenge anyone who said that a school like KEGS shouldn’t exist in the state sector. It’s a 460 year old jewel…like an Oxbridge college for kids where magical things happen. Gowns, Jerusalem and prayers didn’t come naturally but I grew into them; an atheist Headteacher (never the Headmaster) in a traditional school, I was a bit of a fish out of water but I loved it. In fact my list of ideas to take with me when I left was quite long.
Finally, with 50 approaching, I landed my long-term dream job. I’m doing it now. Everything I’ve learned so far in my career is helping me take Highbury Grove on the next stage of its journey. It’s an absolutely massive job, demanding in ways that KEGS never was, but with rich rewards at the end. In some ways, I feel like I’m just getting started. Compared to the long-serving comprehensive school Heads I meet, I feel like a novice. But that’s ok… I’m learning fast. And I have good people around me.
I found this diagram earlier this week:
It comes from a blog called ‘For leadership do you need a ladder or a compass‘ by Bill George. This resonates with me. My career hasn’t been a neat ladder. It’s been a series of experiences each of which has been rewarding in its own right. I’ve certainly encountered some ‘crucibles’. Maybe I’m on the path to ‘peak leadership’ – and if I’m still giving back some wisdom aged 88 I’ll be delighted!
Tomorrow I’m off to buy one of these. A present from my wife and kids. They know me.
10th.October. I went for the black.