Welcome to ThinkingTeacher

I am a book nerd. I think I probably always have been. I don't ever remember a time when I didn't love reading.

I hate the summer holidays. No, that’s not true. I struggle in the summer holidays. That’s a more accurate statement.

What I’m about to tell you is a true story. It is a story of a school that is like any other. Every day, remarkable things happen there.

What is the problem with consistency? Why is it valued so highly by some and feared so much by others?

Most importantly I can keep talking about the issue of racism, I can keep asking questions and I can be brave and challenge inequality

Just a teacher. I have been pondering what that phrase really means recently.

Adam is late for school again. He arrives angry and disorganised. His clothes are dirty and his hair unwashed.

Happiness is crucial in life, and happiness comes down to how you think.

Why are some schools toxic? The simple answer is: fear.

When I woke up this morning I felt a deep root of anger but "One of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things" I choose to rise.