A poem both about how I feel being observed on my PGCE teacher training course, but also giving a voice to the children I teach, as I also stand in the roll of ‘assessor’ for them.
They don’t know my worth.
No assessor, examiner or observer
can put a grade on me –
can put a price on me.
You might not like my work
You may tell me I’ve failed
at jumping through the hoops that you invented.
You may tell me I don’t fit
into the mould that you created for your own purpose
( mostly money?)
But I want to be who I am meant to be –
to be the shape I am meant to be
to take the journey I am meant to take
and if you let me, the world will gain from it.
Just don’t put a price on me
don’t put a grade on me –
You don’t know my worth.