Last week I received a Certificate proclaiming me to be a Proficient Teacher.
There it is above in all its magnificent colour.
At first I thought it was a joke, someone taking a lend of me.
Then I felt insulted as I am in my fifth year of retirement.
Then I saw the fine print. To maintain my standing as a Proficient Teacher the accompanying booklet outlined the steps I would have to undertake to maintain this elevated position within the teaching fraternity.
There was a detailed program put together by some office clerk somewhere with little to no idea of what a teacher’s day is actually like, but rather responding to some bureaucrat’s whim to make teacher’s lives all the more arduous.
In the five years of retirement so far I have done one day’s casual teaching and that was to help out a teacher who had been a former student and intern. I don’t feel the urge or compunction to go back into school, for me its a case of been there done that and I have no longing to play teacher again.
I’m not sure as to what to do with the certificate, to frame it or use it as a place mat.