Sunday 17 February 2013

Stirring up memories


Reading Annie Cooper's blog  today has surfaced memories for me about what I saw and found difficult when I was a student. Like her I remember reporting what I thought was bad practise but can't remember the detail. I appear to have forgotten what happened next - I must have been questioned and completed paperwork BUT I can't remember...
Someone once suggested I look to the War Poets as a model for writing poetry about my student days. At the time I thought this was a little dramatic and in no way was my experience that bad but thinking about it now makes me think that maybe it was. I have buried a lot of emotional responses to those 3 years and I suspect I suffered from emotional trauma that stays with me until this day. I try and keep it out of the classroom but it motivates me every single time I am with the students. Just because I had a c**p three years doesn’t mean they have to.

My group of students have just finished University and will be signing themselves over to the NMC soon as they pay for their first registration. Their collective thanks for my guidance through the last three years was very moving I was touched by their gratitude thinking it is only my job, but I care about them and make sure they don't come away spending the next 30 years trying to repair the damage. I still have work to do about that as I contemplate meeting the next cohort in 4 weeks time.


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