You may have noticed all my lovely blogging friends that posts have been abit few and far between recently. There is a very good reason for my absence, slightly distracted manner, tardiness in responding to your e-mails and lack of sewing.
This is what has temporarily taken it's place.
I have applied for Higher Level Teaching Assistant status and have been accepted. Gulp...I now have to do 8 assignments to prove that I meet the 34 or so standards. Now this should be fairly straight forward as they are things that I already do at school but 3 weeks ago when I heard that I was accepted I had my usual confidence crisis.
It was horrible and this has always held me back from trying new things. For instance I have always been keen to be a midwife but if I'm truthful I am too scared to do anything about it. This really is something I feel quite ashamed of because it goes against everything I try and teach my children about trying and learning something new even though you might fail etc. But I am not heeding my own advise. About 4 years ago I decided to resit my maths exam and I don't think I handled it very well - I am an anxious person and I found the whole experience of suddenly going back to work after having my children (even though I was/am working in their school) and simultaneously sitting this maths exam absolutely awful. I was terrified that if I failed my exam I would be sacked and that I had something to prove. So there I sat night after night doing paper after paper. I'm not a very academic person and I found it hard but I think the worst thing was the rising panic I felt if I didn't understand something!
Well what were my results? I actually got a B grade which was the highest possible grade for the tier that I sat. Yes a B! I couldn't believe it - still can't - and when I look back now to how ridiculously scared I was I can hardly believe that I managed to get things, at times, out of all proportion.
I vowed to learn from that experience and thought that I would never feel quite so overwhelmed if I had to study again... wrong!!
So it happened again 3 weeks ago. My darling Anth and my wonderful friend Fiona (who teaches in the same school) held my hand through the, 'what have I dones?' 'why did I take on more work?' 'I'll never do it' and I slowly have begun to come around to the idea. The main thing driving me is that if I get this I will feel so proud of myself and it will give me a much needed boost. Secondly, I have been desperate to paint all our floorboards white (PLEASE give me your hints, opinions etc as to whether we should do it. I just love the look when I see pictures in magazines but it will be a huge change) and I have promised myself that I will do it when I finish this course - which should be in the summer.
So, that's how the land lies with me at the moment. I started doing my assignments before I went on the training course last week and they are taking me a long time. I am a perfectionist and probably am doing too much as I decided that I wanted to plan my own lessons rather than follow the class teacher's, and to my surprise I am actually quite enjoying it. It has confirmed to me though that I am not cut out for study and prefer the quiet life to do my crafts and things that make my soul sing, without the extra pressure of assignments, assessor's visits and exams.
It is a important few weeks for others in the family, which was another reason I wished that I had not applied for the status at this time. Tom is sitting his exams this week and for the next month. Anth is starting his new job, though fortunately that is a positive move.. so our 1 computer is under constant demand. Please forgive the lack of time that I can give to my blog/sewing though I'm hoping that the time won't be too long before I'm up and raring to go!
Ummm...this has turned into a very long post, my apologies. Right -- back to my books!
Oh and one more thing, please don't forget the advise about my floorboards -- the thought of them is keeping me going!