I’ve had an epiphany. My desk is a mess. It’s become a dumping ground. The rubble is overflowing in a big pit where nothing emerges when it’s needed. Something needs to change.
I never sit there. I’m always roaming around. The only time I perch there is to observe my students (with half an eye and half an ear so as not to intrude ) when they are being taught by other teachers. Often I take my lap top and sit with the children to see what they see…
So I decided to take the plunge. The furniture has been shuffled. My space has been cleared and my former desk is now another place where any of us might choose to be during a day.
One of my colleagues told me that at her previous school, the teachers’ desks were removed. They had no choice. She hated it.
Why would others enforce their will on adults ? Why would we enforce our will on children?
Should we all have desks ? Should teachers be facing the children or the wall?
Is it an intrusion for the children to have me sharing their space? I’m soon to find out !