Do teachers who make mistakes, become better teachers?
For the past 25 years, I’ve been teaching in the classroom in some capacity. What I mean by this, is now working as a deputy headteacher, I still teach, but not as much as I used to.
In this post, I offer the analogy of cycling and teaching and how practise makes for a better teacher. I wonder if I make more mistakes as an experienced teacher, or I am less likely to take risks in the classroom …
If you’re not making mistakes, you’re not doing anything. I’m positive a doer makes mistakes.” ~ John Wooden
At the age of 18, I started practising teaching in my non-contact lessons as a sixth former, preparing my way ahead for an intense 4-years away from home. Moving 250 miles away from home to live, study and teach in South London to work in a variety of school settings, I now find myself twenty-five years later still doing what I set out to do. I may not teach as much as I used to – and I question if I am as good as I once consider myself to have been – during a time when I once taught 20 lessons a week for over a decade.
However, I’m still doing it and reflecting on how my mistakes have made me even better.
Riding a bicycle:
At about the same time all those years ago, roughly at the age of 15, I started to watch the Tour de France and have continued to do so every summer. In my teenage years, I’d cycle about 50 miles a week (or more) up and down the hills of the Rhondda Valley in South Wales. I’d dream of winning the ‘yellow jersey’ as I mimicked the likes of Pedro Delgado, Greg LeMond, Miguel Indurain, Laurent Fignon and Sean Yates …
My bike may not be evident anymore (or at least for now until my son asks for his first bike), but the dreams of winning ‘Le Tour’ are still intact …
Working solo …
In the mid-1980s, I’d cycle pass the occasional groups of riders, huddled into teams, training and tinkering with their bicycles on the roadside as I whizzed by at 35 miles-per-hour (sometimes 40!). My state-of-the-art odometer would measure my mileage and speed and the sensation of being out on the road felt great!
However, I never had the confidence to join a cycling team. I was happy to train on my own, deep in my own thoughts with my destination and journey etched in my mind.
Fast-forward 5 years and as a young teacher, training at first in a mixture of private and state schools, I was free to teach in my own way with the support of a colleague not too far away from my classroom. Ofsted were the last thing on my mind (and coincidentally just being established) and the expertise of my head of department and a good scheme of work were everything a new teacher needed.
Over the 2-4 month placements, once every 4 years, I reflected on my teaching practice in a professional journal (see Memoirs of a Teacher) to understand what worked and what could be improved in my classroom.
At this time in the early 90s, moving to live in London was an exciting experience. I had left my racing bike at our family home and my mother and father dropped me off at Raymont Hall, Goldsmiths College. Tears rolling down my father’s eyes, this was the ‘true’ beginning of my career in teaching.
I was going solo …
For the next 4 years, everything I was now doing, was focused on becoming the best teacher I could be.
As a trainee teacher, teaching was a baptism of fire and after an unusual start into my NQT (Newly Qualified Teacher) year, I finally secured my first post in the spring term, where I could actually start to be a teacher. However, teaching in Tottenham, North London in the late 90s was a battle. Students were tough and I wasn’t. We came from very different backgrounds and I had to learn on my feet quickly. Some lessons were good – or at least I thought so – and without any Ofsted terminology or criteria for ‘good teaching’, I carried on regardless using my deepening knowledge of pedagogy and reflection developed by my tutors at Goldsmiths College.
I was never observed in my first year of teaching. I really was going solo.
Twenty-five years later, reflection has placed me in a good position over the three decades I have been in the classroom.
All good teachers need to be able to reflect on their personal journey in the classroom. Good teachers – whether teaching 10 or 20 hours per week – must have the capacity to ponder on what works and what interventions are needed to reach any student: disadvantaged, gifted or challenging.
… as my confidence grew, I’d set out from home to cycle longer distances.”
Throughout this time, teaching a shadow timetable as a trainee, then a 70% equivalent loading compared to a full-time teacher gave me the time to grow and master my ability to teach well. In many ways, this reminds me of my formative years as a young cyclist, tinkering with the brakes and chains on my Raleigh racing bike before I set out to tackle the hills and country lanes of the Welsh valleys.
As my experience developed, I taught more lessons. I took more risks. I made more mistakes.
Equally, as my confidence grew as a road cyclist, I’d set out from home to cycle even longer distances, once tackling an expedition on my bike with pannier racks to hold a tent and supplies to cycle around the Cotswolds on a 200-mile circuit for a Duke of Edinburgh expedition. The experience made me a more confident road cyclist, battling longer distances with unexpected circumstances around each corner – very similar to the classroom – where a pot-hole or an articulated-lorry would require the biggest squeeze on the brakes handles to bring the brake-shoes and the brake pad rubbers tightly together against the aluminium rims of your wheels.
I’ll never forget the image of my best friend crashing head over (w)heels into a ditch. The kind of crash you see on the Tour de France every summer.
His bike (and his body) were battered, but we carried on after several hours soothing his aches and pains by the roadside.
You see in teaching, riding a bicycle is very much the same as working in the classroom. Some days it works as expected and on other days, parts need tightening and a little tinkering.
I may not teach as much as I used to, or even ride a bike, but I wouldn’t be the teacher I am today if I hadn’t made mistakes or tweaked my practise along the way. Or even better, was encouraged to take risks in a school where trust was given to me as a classroom teacher, a middle leader and as a senior teacher.
[Mistakes] can only happen in a culture of high levels of trust, where colleagues regularly share their concerns about their own practice. When they do this, they are preparing the ground for holding others to account as well. When a culture has been created of high challenge, low threat, when all have taken the short amount of time to note the things that have gone well, then self-esteem is sufficiently high to own up to the mistakes and move practice on.
To develop this same work-ethic in others requires practice. Cycling up and down hills, teaching tough lessons and classes where relationships have taken months and months to form. Our own self-esteem must be sufficiently high before we are confident enough to take risks in the classroom. If confidence is not fostered in our formative years, it will take several years to break old habits in our latter years, perhaps making us less-likely to take risks and learn from our make mistakes.
You see in the classroom, ‘if you’re not making mistakes, you’re not doing anything.’ And if you’re not doing anything, your probably not reflecting on the techniques you’re using in the classroom.
It could be time to get ‘on yer bike’?
*main image: CyclingTips.