There is a serious exodus of “older” teachers. 27? 30? Well, sometimes, but mostly 50-plus. They’ve either burned out, gone nuts or been gently or not so gently pushed. I was that soldier. I left at 60. So did many of my chums. I wanted to continue, but I was mugged by modernity. It still hurts.
I am a sixties relic. For many years teaching was the best – tough, thrilling, funny, never dull. You were always on teaching “practice”. You couldn’t go through the motions. The motions changed every moment of every day. Still, we controlled the syllabus and were trusted in the classroom. I was teaching the prince of subjects to fantastic pupils at their own speed. That would be about 1,500 hours – five years or even seven.
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