About the blog and me

I’m not a writer, and English isn’t my first language. I’m what they now call neurodivergent—a fancy way of saying I’m dyslexic, with a side of Hashimoto’s that gifts me fatigue and brain fog. Writing is a challenge,

I’ve spent years managing students, teachers, and science technicians across a range of various courses and settings—prisons, FE colleges, Sixth-Form Colleges—and now, ironically, I find myself inside one of the biggest FE colleges. I’ve taught adults older than me and 16-year-olds just starting out. My students come from all walks of life—different countries, backgrounds, beliefs, academic abilities, and experiences. Some were serious offenders, others were refugees, and special needs students, and many just looking for a fresh start.

Now, they’re professors, doctors, engineers, electricians, plumbers, and bricklayers. They all had one thing in common—they wanted to learn. And that’s why, despite the chaos, the bureaucracy, and the endless Teams messages, I love being a teacher.