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Finally

I received this letter in the post today.

"Dear CW,

Congratulations . I am pleased to inform you that following the meeting of the Assessment Board (Secondary PGCE), you have been awarded:

Postgraduate Certificate in Education (Secondary) - Pass

As you have also passed all three QTS Skills tests we will be recommending you to the General Teaching Council for the award of Qualified Teacher Status.

I wish you a long and successful career in teaching and look forward to seeing you at the Awards Ceremony on.....

Yours sincerely,

X

Director of Secondary ITT"

Ladies and Gentlemen, I've done it. I have successfully passed my course and am officially known as an NQT (Newly Qualified Teacher). This means that I am effectively half way through to becoming a full qualified teacher.

I need to complete my NQT year and if all goes well, by this time next year, I will no longer be a student teacher. The difference is that I am now going to be teaching 90% of the time (on a weekly timetable) and will have a dedicated mentor who will be observing me (I will also be observed by others too) once every half term.

Thank you all so much for your amazing support and encouragement over the least ten months. It hasn't been easy (and from what I hear, the NQT year is even harder!) but I made it through the University course and am looking at the other side.

CW now has a PGCE. Those of you who've been reading my blogs since April last year will know how far I've come and how things have changed in my life.

I want to end by thanking the one person without whom I couldn't have come this far. Dana, my wife, you supported me from day one and I want everyone who reads this blog (including you people in Australia, I know you visit!) how utterly appreciative and grateful I am for your constant and selfless backing. This PGCE is yours just as much as mine.

Let's start enjoying our lives again - the year is over and I'm bringing the dough in - this time for good.

The Teacher's Scribbles are now being posted by someone who is now a newly qualified teacher. Let the games begin!

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The Scribbler said…
Thank you Larry and Athena!
Monday, 25 July, 2005
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