Teacher training here I come

Last week I posted on Twitter a screen shot of the lesson plan template sent to me by a school I was going to for a history teacher training interview. The accompanying caption said something like “Learning Styles alive and well!”


The Twitter post received a fair amount of attention (and gained me a dozen new followers) with admonitions to run a mile from this behind-the-times, anachronistic school.

Well, salaried history school-direct places are in short supply, so running a mile was not an option. It was to be my fourth teacher training interview. Needless to say the previous three had not gone my way.

The first interview, with one of the large multi-academy chains, was conducted in a central London office rather than in a school, and so there was no opportunity for me to even teach a lesson. Instead, I was grilled by two self-important looking women who sat across from me and didn’t crack a single smile the whole time they interrogated me. In the feedback at the end, they told me it wasn’t that they didn’t think I would make a good teacher but rather that because their schools were in very disadvantaged areas, they didn’t think I would “fit with their ethos”. Interpret that as you will.

My second interview went a lot better and I genuinely thought I made a positive impression. The feedback this time was that I had interviewed very well but that, unfortunately for me, there had been another, better candidate on the day. Just what kind of calibre of people am I competing with, I wondered? The disappointment though was tempered by the invitation to my third interview, this time with my first choice of school. I really wanted this one because it was an outsdanding, highly over-subscribed school with a very solid reputation that was an easy commute from my son’s school (important consideration for breakfast club drop off etc).

I was told to prepare a 15 minute lesson on “the problems William faced after the battle of Hastings” and I spent hours preparing the lesson and rehearsing it in my bedroom. On the day I thought I did alright given the circumstances, though 15 minutes didn’t feel like enough time to do anything meaningful and they were very strict about the time, cutting me off in mid-sentence, ushering me out just as they ushered in the next candidate to teach the class. The interview after the lesson didn’t gel. I felt they were a bit half-hearted in their questions and ended it much too soon before I had a chance to give a good account of myself. I was fairly sure I hadn’t got the position at that point, but wanted to get some feedback to find out where I had gone wrong.

The feedback, when I got it, was rather dispiriting. They felt my teaching was too didactic and would have liked me to have talked less and given the students more independent work to do. Talked less? I had asked a lot of searching questions and got interesting responses from over a dozen students, we had read a passage together and then discussed. I had drawn a spider diagram on the whiteboard. If we’d had more time, I would have asked them to do a write up but there’s a limit to what you can do in 15 minutes. Nevertheless, learning happened. Just not, it seems, in the style they wanted it to.

At that point, I had to regroup and rethink. Was teaching in the state sector really for me? Maybe I was just too old (46 years) and too “traditional”. After all, I had been privately schooled over 30 years ago when ‘O’ levels were still around. All the teachers had taught us didactically from the front. We didn’t have interactive whiteboards, group work, handouts every lesson, writing frames to copy or ‘engaging lessons’ with the occasional video footage. We just had a textbook, our exercise book and our handwritten notes of what the teacher was saying. We wrote lots and read a whole lot more. So maybe I am a dinosaur of a bygone age – but I think I got a pretty good education.

I remember feeling very puzzled the very first time I observed a history lesson in a secondary academy last year. Puzzled because it seemed to me that there was no teaching happening. The lesson had started with the teacher handing out assessment books and asking the pupils to read the feedback and write the follow up questions in green pen. This activity took up the first half of the lesson. Then the pupils were given a “do now ” sheet with a source quoted in captions and a set of questions to answer. Once the pupils had had a chance to tackle these questions, the teacher went through them with the class and then in the final 5 minutes of the lesson, he finally taught some new content to the class. For the most part, from my perspective as an observer, the teacher had acted more as a facilitator and enforcer of behaviour management rather than as an imparter of knowledge. It seemed a million miles away from my experience of teaching.

So maybe I just wasn’t a good fit for the state sector. I had read with interest about how lessons are taught at free schools like Michaela and the West London Free School, but these were outliers, not the norm. Perhaps I should turn my attention to finding a teaching job in the independent sector, where the ethos might be more in tune with my ideas on academic rigour. I started looking through the job ads but I kept coming back to the main obstacle: my lack of QTS. I decided to look through the UCAS site one more time to see what salaried history teacher training vacancies still remained and on a whim, I applied to this, my fourth school. An hour later, I got a phone call at home from the vice-principal of the school inviting me to interview.

Of course, my heart sank when I saw the lesson plan template. It seemed awfully micro-managed, either doing episode patterns with VAK activities or doing something called the 5 ‘E’s. Why can’t it be kept simple, as in stating what the learning objective is, explicitly teaching that new content, practising it then giving feedback? However, I went along and did a lesson plan guided by these 5 ‘E’s. “I better do some independent group work activity”, I thought, “and make sure I don’t talk too much then.” This time the lesson was on the feudal system under William the conqueror and I had 40 minutes to get my teeth into it. I prepared some worksheets and thought we could do some role play of barons and knights taking their oath of allegiance to their lord. Nothing too didactic, nothing too directed from me.

Miracle of miracles. They loved it, they loved me! The last 20 minutes of the interview were spent with me bemusedly listening to the vice principal extolling the virtues of her school and all the reasons why I should choose to train there. So there it is, I finally cracked it (or toed the line more like). To be fair, I really liked the atmosphere at the school. Everyone was friendly and supportive, and the behaviour of the pupils was good, especially compared to my current school. They didn’t balk but nodded approvingly when I talked about how I was interested in evidence-based practice and how I was keen on the ideas of spaced practice and retrieval practice. Maybe not so anachronistic after all. We shall have to see. Teacher training, here I come!