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Goodbye To The NQT

School has finally broken up for the summer and I have now taught for three full terms. As I drove away this afternoon, I thought about the fact that today is my very last as an NQT (newly qualified teacher).

How does it feel? Bloody marvellous because I have finished my initial teacher training (we never stop training!). The course that I began back in September 2004 is now finally, finally over.

I know that this is only the beginning of my career, but it feels pretty damn good to have passed both stages of my training successfully. When I go back to school in September, I will be a teacher who is starting his second year in the profession. I know that more will be expected of me and I'm fine with that, but it is so satisfying to know that there is no longer a chance ( as remote as it seemed) that I could fail to qualify as a professional teacher. I've done it. I have satisfied the Government's requirements and met the standards expected by the body who determines my entry into the teaching profession.

In other words, I have waited almost two years to get to this point and the sense of achievement I feel is wonderful.

At long last - I made it through.

Comments

Just said…
Hi Teacher,

It always feels good to see your goals accomplished! Congrats!

Greetings from a overcrowded Atlanta US airport, still two more hours to wait ...
The Scribbler said…
Just,

It's gratifying to know that you are using some time at the airport to find out about l'il ole me!
The Scribbler said…
thanks people...yes there is life after NQT and it does feel wonderful.

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