When I first started teaching, I was so bad at it that by rights I probably should never have passed my NQT year.
I had been raised by very strict and demanding parents who looking back stifled my own personality and scorned any views of my own.
I thought that if you shouted at children they would do as they were told. I thought it was OK to be sarcastic and unpleasant in my tone.
I am now (completely) different. I had an ephiphany when I tripped over next to a horse. As strange as it sounds, the horse tried to bolt as I’d tripped over a rake and it clattered to the ground, but he couldn’t. I realised he was terrified and spoke gently to him until he’d settled.
It’s strange how a simple movement can tap something in your brain. I started reading and processing and understanding.
I realised praise was key, I had to praise the behaviour I wanted. Thank you, you sat down really promptly then. Thank you for doing what I asked first time. I appreciate that. Well done for coming in calmly, I can see that was hard with all the noise outside.
I only shout if there is (say) an emergency like someone’s about to bring a shelf crashing down on their head. Occasionally I have to raise my voice. I always apologise and say ‘I am sorry I had to shout then but it got noisy in here.’
I do not give detentions. Detentions just limit a child’s opportunity to let off steam and make their day harder. If someone is being disruptive I tell them to go and step outside for a minute to calm down. They know this is not a punishment. It’s an opportunity to be sensible.
I do call parents. I tell them their child is lovely. I also explain that their child had a problem in today’s lesson and could they have a word.
I am honest with my students. Sometimes I tell them I am now allowed to tell them something but I don’t lie. I tell them snippets from my life. I tell them I like them.
I mark their work regularly. This means they get praise through their work. If they make insufficient effort I say they have to complete at home or if they can’t do that come and speak to me.
I drill the importance of manners to them. Before Christmas I accidentally trod on a girls bag. She shouted at me ‘Miss, do you mind not stepping on my bag?’ Old me would have shouted ‘how dare you be so rude?’ Luckily now I am different. I said ‘Sophie, I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. I have no problem with you telling me I was standing on it, but could you rephrase that a little more politely?’ She said ‘sorry miss, it’s just it’s exoensive and I didn’t want it being ruined.’ I point out to students all the time I am not rude to them and they agree. I ask them to not tap pens when I am talking or yawn loudly or stretch. Again, I point out I listen politely to them if they are speaking to me.
I never have behaviour issues now.
I’m so grateful to that horse. It made me realise a lot of what looks like aggression is posturing and defensiveness and fear. I realised I behaved for parents and teachers because I was frightened, not because of respect. It made me realise diffusing a situation sometimes is more important than ‘winning.’