The long way round

Eighteen years — all of them teaching.

I didn't arrive in a classroom in 2020. I arrived in 2007, in a circle of camp chairs, and I've been teaching and leading ever since. Different rooms, different ages, the same job underneath: work out what somebody needs to understand, then build the conditions where they can.

Since
2007 — teaching and leading young people
Where
South Africa, then Beijing from 2020
Rooms
Camps, congregations, classrooms
Now
Grade 3 homeroom
  1. 2007 →

    Youth work, South Africa

    I started with young people, not with a syllabus — character education, mentorship, small groups. My first lessons were planned on the back of a chair and delivered to teenagers who could have got up and left at any point. Nothing teaches you to hold a room faster.

    Taught: how to plan for attention you have to earn. Led: the older teens who ran the groups after me.

  2. Twice a year, for over a decade

    Junior camp counsellor and teacher

    Two residential camps every year, cohorts from six to eighteen. I planned the programme, taught the sessions, and led the young leaders who delivered them. A camp is a school with the volume turned up — you plan a week, watch half of it not survive contact with the children, and rebuild it by Wednesday.

    Taught: mixed-age rooms, differentiation on the fly, behaviour without a bell to rescue you. Led: a team of young leaders I had to train before I could rely on them.

  3. 2009 – 2012

    BA in Theology, Helderberg College

    Three years of being taught, closely, how to explain a difficult idea to someone who didn't start where I started — which turns out to be most of the job.

    Taught: the discipline behind a lesson — read it properly, then say it plainly.

  4. Seven years, two districts

    District pastor

    Two districts, at two separate times, three congregations each. Different towns, different histories, different problems — the second district taught me almost nothing the first one had, which is its own kind of education.

    The leading part was boards, budgets, volunteers, and the conversations nobody wants to have. Nobody had to turn up; they did.

    But the week's real work was teaching. An original lesson researched, written and delivered every week, to an audience who chose to be there — a public deadline that never moved, for seven years. Around it: counselling and life lessons, and mentoring juniors, teenagers and adults one at a time, on the things people actually get stuck on.

    Taught: weekly planning under a real deadline, teaching adults and children in the same week, pastoral care as the precondition for anything else. Led: three congregations at a time, twice over.

  5. 2020 →

    Beijing — into the classroom full-time

    English teaching first, then PYP homeroom, then Toddle Coordinator across the school. Now Grade 3 — and this is where I went and got the paper to match the practice.

    Taught: primary, full-time, and at last as the whole job rather than the part I fitted around it. Led: a whole faculty through the platform that carries their planning, portfolios and reporting.

What changed in 2020 wasn't that I started teaching — it was that I stopped doing it around the edges of something else. I wanted to be the best teacher I can be, not a capable amateur with a lot of practice.

The leading hasn't gone anywhere either. It just has a smaller room and shorter people in it, most days.