Can we please stop competing about how hard we're working?
Welcome to the inaugural Teacher Olympics!
Due to the current funding crisis, we regret to inform you that the opening ceremony has been cancelled. Instead, we will launch straight into the first event: weightlifting. Teachers from across the land will compete to see who can struggle from classroom to car with the heaviest plastic box of unmarked exercise books.
All eyes will then be on the Joan of Arc Stadium, where a panel of judges will listen to educational professionals argue over who wasted their holidays in the most spectacularly dull way imaginable. The current record-holder is Jean from Harrogate, who spent the first three days of her break feeling guilty about her unmarked Romeo and Juliet essays, the next three days marking said essays, and the final week re-writing the scheme of work because the essays were a bag of shite.
A medical team will then be on hand to officiate over the Who-Has-Infected-the-Most-Colleagues-by-Continuing-to-Turn-Up-Ill-at-Work heats. The bookies' current favourite is Vaz, head of the science faculty at an academy in Burnley.
Meanwhile, over in the Velodrome de Thomas a Becket, competing teachers will be circuiting the track, moving in ever-decreasing circles between specification changes and policy documents until, 30 laps later, they arrive back at the starting point.
As Day One comes to a close, events reach fever pitch, where we move back once again to the floodlit Joan of Arc Stadium for the much-anticipated blue-riband event: the Marking Marathon. Officials will have cold coffee, packets of Oreos and episodes of The Archers to hand as heavy-lidded contestants battle to see who can stay awake the latest whilst marking huge piles of exercise books for no purpose. Potties, stand-up urinals and she-wees will be supplied for colleagues who claim to be too busy/exhausted to pop to the smallest room.
Day Two heralds more excitement as Ms.Greening makes a second appearance, this time with a team from the Department for Education, to officiate over the obstacle course. Competing pedagogues will weave and dodge between various pointless initiatives scattered into their
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What is it with us
A week in, and on the road to recovery, the guilt sets in and we find ourselves at a terrible crossroads. Recreational time squandered, there is only one way forward: under a collapsing bridge of unmarked exercise books.
And people are keen to broadcast their woes on Twitter. Frequent posts about that particular night's marking load
Why leave the school premises at all? Why not set up camp in a science lab with a bunsen burner for warmth, and get ahead with that pre-exam preparation? Oh – and would you mind running a few revision classes while you're at it? Imagine the satisfaction of looking smugly, with the one eye you could keep open, into the faces of your colleagues, knowing that you were one step ahead of the game! Sure – statistics suggest that you might die a few years short of a comfortable retirement – but who cares about trivialities?
The thing is: school holidays are called 'holidays' for a reason. They are not called 'revision weeks'
However, those of us into the second half of a long teaching career know that such a lifestyle cannot be sustained. The cost in terms of sickness, motivation and recruitment is irrecoverable; and leads to the very opposite of what was intended.
Many of us feel overwhelmed. We can also often feel alone and unwilling to raise our heads above the parapet – but is comparing or sharing our woes, and little else, the answer? Perhaps, instead, we should try taking a long, hard look at our own workload – especially that which has little impact on anyone else – and find concrete ways of reducing it? Shall we make that our mission?
This is an edited version of a piece that first appeared on the Beta Teacher blog